To further elude revenue agents and the police, bootleggers tricked out their cars with features that seem to be straight out of a spy movie or a Looney Tunes cartoon—devices that with a press of the button could release smoke screens, oil slicks and even bucket loads of tacks to puncture the tires of their pursuers.

Motherfuckers were just dropping anvils on each other and places big crates labeled “TNT” to blow shit up back then

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Well the revenue man wanted grand daddy bad

Headed up the holler with everything he had

Before my time but I’ve been told

He never came back from copperhead road

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