When you’re a teenager and the police know you by name, it’s not usually because of your volunteer work or class-topping GPA. Not at all. That was especially true for Jeff Kainz when he was behind the wheel of his 1975 Camaro. In the ’80s, while cruising his hometown in North Dakota, his buddies with police scanners often heard the police tell one another: “Kainz is out on Main Street.”
“Yeah, I did some dumb things,” says an older and supposedly wiser Jeff. “I was on a first-name basis with all the cops in town, but I like to think I’ve matured.”
By all appearances he has. Jeff went to college and found work as an automotive engineer, relocating to the Detroit area to take a job with Ford. He has also worked for General Motors and one
