OK man, these two pictures are not for viewing! That's right, ya
gotta feel them. Close your eyes and take yourself back to
1980 or so. You’re at some back woods Drag Strip. You've paid your 12
bucks and you wanna see some action. It's a steamy summer night and
through the glow of the bluish mercury vapor lamps, you can see the
humidity hanging in the air.
Ten thousand fellow nitromaniacs have joined this little party and
the place is rockin'. Smells in the air include Goodyear rubber, bug
spray, Nitromethane, chrysanthemum' n Colombian gold. The entire world
(and reality) stops for six seconds as Kosty Ivanoff and Rick Johnson
blast through the darkness. Man it just don't get any better n that!
Oh yeah! Things are happening now. California vs. Massachusetts, East
versus West, Burgin vs. Segrini, "Orange Baron" vs.
"Super Brut." Loud? Deep Purple sounds like a polka band
compared to these things ripping through the countryside! Let the noise
fill your brain! The smells take over the environment! At the nearby
farm, the chickens are laying square eggs! For a moment in time, Epping,
New Hampshire, becomes the center of the universe for 10,000 Nitro
As the cars clear the traps, a roar of hoots n hollers erupts from
the faithful. They don't care what the times are, they don't care about
the speeds, for six seconds the world rotated towards a little known
patch of asphalt in New England, and the attending throng appreciates it
for what it was... Six seconds of motorsports madness unequaled anywhere
else. Long live Nitro match racing!