Well, okay, I'm going to tell this story which all of Nick's racing friends have heard many times at parties and other get-togethers. So here goes, and for those of you who haven't heard it, fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Nick's racing Corvette needed another engine so on his lunch hour he purchased one and had it loaded into the back of his station wagon, probably not a good idea to begin with since it was not in a crate. On his way back to the high school with the engine he made a turn at a corner and accidently clipped a car. He stopped and a large man got out in a rage, screaming that this was a brand new car and saying, “You are going to pay.” The man turned and said, “I'm going to get my gun.” Well, “get my gun” is never a good thing to hear and that is when Nick floored the station wagon. Yes, he left the scene of an accident in a major rush.

This happened near the school where he taught. The other guy in his new car was no match for an experienced race car driver and the idea that he had a gun spurred Nick on. Now, imagine that you are trying to get away and have a 700 pound un-tethered engine rolling around in the back of the car, literally destroying the interior.

According to the story Nick passed the high school at a very high rate of speed. (Some say it was in excess of 90mph, but that may have increased a bit with each telling of the story.) Several of his students were outside the school waving him on shouting, “Go Mr. Corbo, go.” In the process Nick went around several blocks and zipped thru the back roads of Neptune leaving a very upset man with a gun in the dust and somehow not attracting the attention of the Law! Nick had escaped. Apparently the man in the new car never got his license number. And yes, the interior of the station wagon was totaled.

Perhaps a little discretion in the beginning might have been a better course, but that was not the Nick Corbo we all know and loved and that is the 427 in the Trunk story.  It also got him the DART Award that year.

the week i moved from Boca Raton, Florida to Manasquan N.J.(big mistake)  we stopped at the Toms River house where Jeannie and Nick and Nicolas were living..it ws unseasonably cold outside..he was pulling into his driveway..ronnie and i were in his kitchen puttting some things into storage..

Nick comes into the kitchen with a serios expression on his face induced from the cold tempreature outside..he didn't even look at me..he just said.."welcome to SHIT New Jersey".....lmao...all i could do was laugh..as months went by the enironment by itself proved Nick to be so correct..happy birthday Nick..