Phew - not Kentucky.
Disclaimer: I have done my share of illicit racing in my youth. My grandad & his brother ran guns & shine during the depression. He tuned my then-firebird till it purred. I beat a DeLorian around the Columbus beltway. I was found out when the dude left a note on my windshield for a rematch & my then-dh found it. My mom got caught in her younger days after wearing the treads off Papaw's snow tires in three months.
Good times.