LoL. My dad grew up in and around Chicago back then, he says the Italian guys were the best and worst. As rough as any gangster and as loyal as any brother, if you were friends with one(them). My dad was present during those racing on those backstreets and parking lots for years. He didn’t participate as much tho, if any. Was high stakes and people got hurt. He made sure his friends were with him, and I always hear about his Italian buddy. Was exciting times. And he loved it. His best memories.