Dave, I found myself in that same neighborhood, some time in the eighties, I believe. I had just built a car for Jerry Bowman from Havre de Grace, Maryland. We had taken our truck, an eighteen wheeler, to his shop to put the motor in and then headed to the race in Pocono.
After we had the motor in, it was one of those all night, then drive 'deals' that were common at the time, and I found myself, apparently lost, in that or a similar neighborhood in downtown Philly. I had some how managed to get off the interstate and found myself in very narrow streets with sharp corners. The harder I tried to get out, the deeper I got lost and finally had to back around a corner to get out.
As I started to leave, several of the local talent expressed a desire to share my 'stuff' in the trailer and I was getting concerned and soon brandished a pair of my 'long distance dogs' ( .38's that bark 'here' and bite 'over there'). They seemed suitably impressed and stood aside, but just as I was leaving that block, three shots were fired at us, and not knowing if we were hit anywhere we just kept going.
When we got to the track and looked around we found two 'holes' in the side of the trailer, and one had hit our nice radio and tape player. I never actually liked the movie 'Rocky' after that!
