Absolutely the meanest car I have driven, and I was lucky enough to drive
many good cars, was Terry Gall's Top Fueler! That was one cackling dude!
It was at Lions at one of their 2-day deals where you ran the first round on
Friday night. Well we drew Art Malone first round and Terry hopped it up!
(If that was possible, because that sucker was on kill every pass I made in
it!) I wasn't worried about Malone. I thought he should have been worried
about us! Anyway, I brought this baby to the starting line and let me tell
you it was hitting so hard nobody would even get near it! As I was
approaching the starting line, I noticed through the flames that it didn't
have oil pressure. I motioned to Gall to let him know. All he did was point
to the big end, plug his ears, and smile!
Well we staged and I could barely see the tree. It was hitting so hard
that the ground was shaking. I never saw Malone. In fact, from about 1000
feet out, I couldn't see anything, but I drove her out the back door.
Burned all eight pistons, split the block wall to wall on both sides, and
covered me with 10 quarts of hot Pennzoil which, coupled with the "Tuff
Block" he ran to try and hold it together, made it made it so slippery
I couldn't even get out of the car. When the push car came up they were
honking the horn and whooping and hollering. Gall jumped out and was
yelling, "We beat Malone! We beat Malone!" I said, "Hey
Terry, check out your motor!" He said, "F*** the motor! We beat
Malone! We beat Malone!" What a racer -- my kinda guy.