The tension was high at MO-KAN. Just a sleepy little dragstrip in tha middle of nowhere (The roadkill armadillos should help pinpoint our exact location) now awakened by the sounds of the heart and the very core of american automotive history... and RYAN's hotrod. Anyone who thinks they're gonna get some sleep at a dragstrip, come talk to me. We put on close to 2,000 miles (round trip) to drive 3/4 of a mile, one quarter at a time. The moonshine at 3:30 in the morning when we arived hadn't killed us. It did, however, cause some temporary paralysis and loss of muscle control. My best of three runs in the 105 degree heat was, against world champion, Dan "Farmboy" Crouch, who campaigned the twin-carbed "Scallop 53" against the legendary "Junkyard Dog 32". The Deuce having just a slight weight advantage... With an unreal reaction time of 1.1072 to Crouch's 1.3310, the stage was set for victory... Boy, that yellow light sure doesn't last for long... Aside from the chance of blowing up my flywheel and taking a foot off... during a smoke filled, tire spinning burnout that surely covered 1/4 of the track, I felt confident... I need posi... What the hell's that shimmy??? Drive through it, it might go away... C'mon baby, ya know I love ya... Through the trap in 14.23 seconds @ 94.79 mph to The Scallop's 15.85 @ 89 mph, and a narrow margin of only 1.84 seconds. No busted or blowed up stuff and not a drop of rain the entire trip. JOE
I ran a blistering high 29 second 1/4 at 38 mph on my mini-bike! I was at 34 mph in the 1/8 though, and forget the 1/8 mile time. I probably would have beat Rocky's Rambler in the 1/8th
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