Mount Maunganui street race. Was that summer of '63? If so I was 6. Sadly my only memory of the day is of a big green Zephy Mk111 - no chocolate fish for guessing who was driving that one - but it made me a fan of racing Fords for life. From there to Puke and a few years gathering up empty beer bottles at the end of the meet for Dad to cash in at the ABC next Monday for my pocket money