One summer a long time when I was at Bill Carter’s shop along Van Nuys blvd across from the community collage, there was a huge parking lot ( about a half mile long) along the boulevard a few lights down from the shop, Bill was making some test hits in a top fuel front motor car ( don’t Remember the car name or owner ) when we heard the cops coming, he took off out on to the street on nitro and drove the car back to the shop in traffic thru the signals like he was in his street car, meanwhile we shut the Tralior door and were wiping the Traylor down when the cops came squealing in, we told them we were cleaning there because the light was better, they didn’t think that was funny and told us if the headers were even slightly warm when we opened the trailer that we were in big trouble, the look on there faces when they saw an empty trailer was priceless, this was not the first time they tried to catch someone there, Wild Bill Carter was one of a kind, miss him a ton, working at bills shop has given me a lifetime of memories, learned so much more than just custom painting, Rest In Peace wild Bill