One of the Missuses friends used to be a nurse in a spinal trauma unit. She cared for so many young ones, paralyzed and messed up as the result of a street race 'gone bad'. She used to comment bitterly that most of the 'innocent' victims were the ones that didn't survive, too.
I did my share, but it was always 'strip' racing, and almost a rally for the number of people involved. Our girlfriends would keep an eye out for traffic at either end , never trusting that a car would not come down that road; our 'seconds' had the fire extinguishers in their trunks. No one could participate without agreeing to wear a seatbelt, either: a fellow in the neighboring county was launched through the windshield when he struck a tree, and died. Funny, we did not think anything of tipping 4 or 5 beer first: today, in hindsight, that horrifies.