I made my first outing as a driver at my local 1/8th mile morresville dragstrip[dirty mo] in my dailey driver a 91 mustang friday night. made a half dozen p***es and had alot of fun.(.004 light on my second p*** ) im sure everyone has some great dragstrip stories lets hear'um
I remember my first time at Drag City in Springfield IL, 1966, I saw Bill "Maverick" Golden run the "Little Red Wagon", several old G***ers and front engine rails.... I was hooked ever sence.
How about doin' 'sneaker burn-outs' after the races and catching hell when Mom washed my clothes and they damn near fell apart from all the bleach! Hi Bob!
I can remember racing at Thunder Road Dragway in Denver, We used to go out early on Sunday morning and always brought some coffee and doughnuts, we would come around the curve at 96th and Buckley rd and pull off to the edge of the road along with several other racers waiting for the gates to open... We would all sit around telling stories and bench racing until it was time to enter the gate. Back then it was more than just a race it was a happening.
I was racing at the Las Vegas strip at the first race back in 2001 or whenever it was, and we where at the track a few days early so we set up the camp and did some overhauling to the prostocker. Remember we where coming from Europe and had quite a few things to go over. Anyway, Bob the Nhra commentator was on the speakers all the time giving result from the sportsman cl***es and we didn't pay that much attention of what he said, but it was "he tattooed the opponent to the three" at every holeshot win, and my friend asked me" what's this tattoo deal". I quickly found myself and said" They're having a tatoo contest at the bleach box, well I didn't finish my sentence before Thomas ripped his tee of and ran away towards the track. The rest of us was on our knees laughing when he got back. I asked him " Did you win?"and he just said Yeah.
In the 80's, me and my best friend, Vince, going up to Bandimere in my 72 Vega with a 400 small block and nitrous. We would unload the slicks, tools and jacks from the back of the car, bolt the slicks on, un-cork the headers and race as long as we could. Afterward we would put the street tires back on & hook the exhaust back up and head to West Colfax looking to race someone for money or beer. Haaha, sounds like a Springsteen song!
Here's one for you. The set up: Because of a past bad wreck in a dragster, my dad promised my mom he would not drive again. He would get a driver for the car. We were at the drags in San Antonio with our 430 CI 671 blown and injected AA/G dragster. I was 14 and sitting in the push car talking to my girl friend. The driver did not show up and my dad starting suiting up. My mom told him "hell no your are not". He walked over to the push car, dropped the helmet in my lap and said "boy, you ready to drive that thing?" I nearly **** a brick, but said oh hell yeah. Made my first p*** that day at 144mph and never looked back. Damn was my mom pissed.
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