The car I was piloting is an '87 Hatchback Mustang....all steel, (cept for the hood)....that utilizes an aluminum headed 421 inch small block Ford on alky (and 2 kits of giggle juice.....150hp on the first and 180 on the second......well....that's what we started with anyway
...not a CLUE what we ended up with 
).......With my narrow fanny in the seat, it would probably tip the scales in the neighborhood of 2700 lbs......After my time trial beside Tim......things were looked over and the decision to turn on the first kit was made. I was "quietly" eager to turn the button loose on it with the spray, but "tried" not to show it "too" much
(LOL)..........I rolled around to the staging lanes and never got out of the seat....I went ahead and got all strapped in, cinched down and buttoned up.....trying really hard to clear the "overthinking" mechanism in my mind......because I KNEW I was about to embark on a never before achieved performance level.There was a pair of cars staging when I was motioned to pull into the water box (along with another car) but the car in the left lane scattered a motor (or tranny or "something") and oiled the entire left lane......take a guess what lane I was in......Yup.......the track manager made the decision to shut the left lane down for the remainder of the night and just run single passes out of the right. Ok...No Problem.....Ii had to wait for a couple of cars to make their runs, then I negotiated the little pony into position in the right lane water box.........I honestly don't remember too much from that point until the time I inched into the prestage beams......I armed the first nos system (the bottle had been turned on back in the staging lanes) and did a couple of purges......FFFFFTTT!! FFFFTTTTTTTT!!!!
For some reason.....that is FUN to do
(Gator knows 
).....I re-cinched down on my shoulder harnesses.....took a deep breath and released it, Oh so slowly, as I looked at the steering wheel and made double sure my thumb was positioned directly over the trans brake button...then my eyes never left the tree.......I eased forward, just bumping the brake pedal until the stage light lit.....I stabbed the brakes hard.....mashed the trans brake button.....released the brake pedal and matted the loud pedal.....the rpm's came up against the 5000 chip and then the tree flashed, I released the button, but felt a slight hesitation before the car actually moved.....(a friend told me just a little while ago that the back tires rotated a couple of times before the car moved forward).....a .536 light....(grrrr!!!).....I KNOW I was on the tree better than THAT......the tires just didn't want to cooperate with me.....well....ummm.....at least as reaction times were concerned, anyway
.........The front end jumped up and seemed to stay there for a LONG way out there.....(how's about a 1.22 sixty foot time with the BACK tires!!!!....can you say adrenalin rush???.....Sure...I knew ya could ).......An absolute FABULOUS feeling!!!!.......When the front end DID finally come down....I "must" have had the steering wheel cocked to the left just a smidgen, because the little pony kinda relocated itself towards the centerline a small amount....about half in and half out of the groove......everything felt fine, seemed under control and motoring on, so I kept my foot in it.........resulting in a 5.64 @ 121 mph!!!!.....A personal best for me AND the car!!..........On a sad sidenote.....on that pass the little motor hurt 4 pistons...but we did not find that out until after Saturday's runs......Oh yeah....did I fail to mention that the owner of the car decided we were going to enter into the 5.30 class eliminations???...oooops....sorry bout that
.......more in a minute....
)...THAT's much better we all thought....but concluded that that was about all we could expect with the small kits they were utilizing....so......the nos jets were "rearranged"......I was not privey to just how "much" they were changed.....but WAS informed to hang on...cause I was fixin to go for a RIDE!!!!
