By George Jeter
I can remember during my pre-teenage years, going to the public library every month to read the latest edition of Hot Rod magazine (and it was not because of the Hooker Header advertisements). As a teenager, I was a five-minute bike ride away from Continental Can Alley in East Baltimore. It was a 1-mile stretch of blacktop sidelined with factories and warehouses, perfect for after hours street racing.
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