Son Max (now 36) just told me this story. Irresistible to not post.
One of the handsomest teenage daredevils in Jerome was Zack Druen. He was notorious for rides on his skateboard on the steep streets through town and on to Clarkdale. Later he bought himself a hot blue/grey Chevy Camaro. He and our son Max were good friends and he’d often pick up Max to take him to Mingus High. Max said the Camaro was so souped up, he could hear Zack starting up his car from four blocks away.
For a few years during the 1990’s, Ray Cleveland was Chief of Police. His cop car was a super-powered Ford Mustang. He was not beloved. He loved the motorcycle gangs and liked to strut around as though he was one of them. And he liked to give the teenagers a hard time, and, truth be told, they needed to be given a hard time. Sadly, some were already addicted to meth and other hard drugs, although none of the kids, or the dealers, names of whom were known to Ray, were ever arrested.
About the mid-nineties, when half of the incredible unmortared stone highway below the Eagle’s Nest collapsed and had to be rebuilt, the road between Jerome and Prescott was closed for quite a few months.
One day Ray approached Zack, “Feel like racing me over Mingus Mountain and back” Zack was in disbelief. ‘You’ll probably arrest me if I say yes,” Zack said. He was in his late teens. “No, no,” said Ray. “Your car is the only possible contender. There won’t be any arrests.”
The drag race was on. It was Jerome’s private Indy 500 race just outside of our home town, only with no audience.
In Zack’s car jumps Max. Anyone who has driven the 18 miles of that road knows there are many many perilous switchback curves, some with unprotected dropoffs, up to Mingus, and down to Prescott Valley and back. During popular weekends, there is bound to be at least one accident.
The upside was that there would be no traffic, both lanes open for passing. Max said it was a neck and neck race, with some absolutely hair-raising passes by both Zack and Ray. “Were you scared, I asked Max. “Oh yeah.”
Finish was a dead heat. No winners.
Thirty-two minutes for a total of thirty-six round trip miles. Incredible. It scares me to figure out the math.
When Ray finally moved on, rumor was that a lot of guns mysteriously disappeared from the property room and were sold by him.
As an aside: Walt said something to Alice Butcher last year about Zack ‘s daredevil ways and she rolled up her sleeve and showed him a scar from a car accident out to Sycamore Canyon. She said, “There’s a club here of kids with Zack scars.”
OMG. I’m so glad I did not know the half of what these Jerome kids got into as teenagers.
(If anyone knows any more details about this story, please tell me. I’ll add them in and credit you. For instance, what make/model was Zack’s Camaro. . Max couldn’t remember.)