My sophomore year in HS we had an early season indoor dual meet on my birthday. In the frosh-soph 880 (it was 1971) the coach only entered me, figuring we'd get the first place points and give them the rest. The other team did the same thing, so there were only two of us in the race. Of course, I won or I wouldn't be telling this story. It was the smallest race I ever won, yet it was HUGE to me.
I was overall winner in a total of 7 road races, one in the 1970's, the rest in the 1980's, but they were all small local races.
Back in the 70's there were way less road races than there are now, so you sort of had to look around for places to race. A guy I knew in the next town decided to host a race, "The First Annual 5 Mile...." and called to ask me to run it just to beef it up a bit. It was and out-and-back course. With about a mile to go, I was winning by about 50 yards and I heard a train whistle. There was a long slow freight train approaching. I sprinted for about 200 yards and beat the train to the crossing by about 30 yards, and the entire rest of the race was stopped by the train. My 25:40 effort was decent, and the margin of victory was well over a mile. Needless to say, it was "The LAST Annual 5 Mile....."