He knew that in real life some folks were ugly and things just plain stank

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Whether they got bored traveling for hours to race or needed some mid-week release, these fast kids started using the flat, wide streets of the city rather than making the trek to the desert. The orange groves and oil fields of Los Angeles county were criss crossed with streets that hot rodders commandeered for speed contests. They'd pick a location with little cross traffic, block access, and race from two to six jalopies abreast There were so many available roads that racers and spectators alike knew the circuit of five to seven straight-aways - Glendale Boulevard one night, Van Nuys Boulevard another. Local police were aware of the race circuit and would show up to block exits and sometimes break up rallies of 600 to 700 cars or ticket and impound as many as 100 racers in a night. Sometimes they'd catch no one as souped up cars fled the roads through SoCal's flat open spaces.