Here's how Smokey Yunick did it back in the day (from his autobiography):
In the beginning we raced 40 or more times a year. We had one car with one engine (in the car). We towed with a passenger car and carried all our wheels, tires, spare parts, and tools in the tow car and the race car. ... Ever hear of a “yellow bar?” Well, that was the best we had … a tow bar from tow car bumper to race car bumper. They cost ’bout 75 bucks.
Only way you could tow and relax, was at 80 mph. Any speed under that, and you’d steer your assets off trying to hold it on your half of those skinny two lane roads that we used 30 percent of the trip. Your back would get wringing wet going from “almost” to “almost.”Well, this also made another problem. Before police radios, we just kept going. By the time cops got going, we’d out-run ’em. But soon came science, and them upstanding upholders of the law got radios! Hot dang y’all! Then here come those hi-speed police cruisers with V8s and hi-speed “tars". Man it was over. They invented road blocks and we became their worst enemy (smart-assed racers). Sirens, flashing red lights, spot lite in the roof to check ’em out. A speeding violation took a minimum of two hours. Had to go to see the judge. (As a rule some ignorant son-of-a-birtch who hated racers.)
