quote:Originally posted by sweetolbob
Spoken as someone that has never spent nights in a dingy garage with a couple of his best friends totally engrossed in making a small motor run at it's best and then towing it to a local dragway to see how your tuning stacks up against the others that have spent their nights the same.
The adrenalin pumping as you try to control it enough to cut the tree just right. The shifter in hand, the feel of the rear tires trying to spin as you accelerate of the line, eye on the tach just waiting as it hit the revs just before the torque starts to flatten out. Drill a shift, the seat reaccelerates as the tach climbs again. Then finally after as many shifts as you have gears, it all ends. Coast to the end and return to the pits with a grin that's tattooed to your face.
And the best part of drag racing is you get to do again and again all day.
It is probably the only sports we unwashed masses can rub shoulders with the giants of the sport. Your in the pits with the elite. And when a (at that time) a 3-4000HP AA fueler fires and the ground shakes. The smell of burnt nitro fills the air and you are in Nirvana.[
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Spoken as someone that has never spent nights in a dingy garage with a couple of his best friends totally engrossed in making a small motor run at it's best and then towing it to a local dragway to see how your tuning stacks up against the others that have spent their nights the same.
The adrenalin pumping as you try to control it enough to cut the tree just right. The shifter in hand, the feel of the rear tires trying to spin as you accelerate of the line, eye on the tach just waiting as it hit the revs just before the torque starts to flatten out. Drill a shift, the seat reaccelerates as the tach climbs again. Then finally after as many shifts as you have gears, it all ends. Coast to the end and return to the pits with a grin that's tattooed to your face.
And the best part of drag racing is you get to do again and again all day.
It is probably the only sports we unwashed masses can rub shoulders with the giants of the sport. Your in the pits with the elite. And when a (at that time) a 3-4000HP AA fueler fires and the ground shakes. The smell of burnt nitro fills the air and you are in Nirvana.[
]Dick Steinkamp
Bellingham, WA
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