The last time I had any interest in drag racing, Don Gartlets was still trying to hit a NHRA 200 mph in the 1/4 mile. I was in high school, and inspired by peers, bought a '55 Chevy, 265 punched to 301, with a gas sucking 4 bbl, and still couldn't crack 8 seconds out at the cattails where we used to race on the straight flat stretch of Hwy 507. One of the better days of my life was when I sold that money pit; I nearly had to work double shifts at the ranch to support it. $1,000 a second - extreme ouch! Glad I got rid of it. It didn't even have seat belts. I probably would have died.

July 17; it is almost tempting.