I believe those were the words spoken over and over by the announcer at Rockingham Dragway. It was hard to hear with ear plugs and a brisk wind blowing in your face. I went with The Recruit and FlxFlyer to the NitroJam World Championship last night. We were layered up, gloves, hats, ear muffs and ear protection as we braved the cold wind and the "Rural" Crowd. The Recruit coined that term, "Rural Crowd." We met up with The Mechanic and his buds who braved much more of the day at the track than we did. Thanks to The Mechanic for calling us and advising us to bring warm stuff to include gloves.
We saw a semi with a jet engine go 219 MPH (HOLY COW) after warming the crowd with a burst of high octane flames, a motorcycle with a jet engine go 196 MPH (HOLY COW) and a couple of world records fall in Pro Stock and Pro Mod (HOLY COW).
FlxFlyer really enjoyed the race, his last trip to a dragstrip was probably with me in the 70's. What a change in cars and power since then. I can't describe the feeling that those Nitro Funny Cars and Top Fuel Dragsters give you when they roar buy with 8000 horsepower pumping (HOLY COW) and speeds approaching and in several cases going 300 MPH or better (HOLY COW). Both The Recruit and FlxFlyer now know what I mean. Armywife said it pretty good when she went last year, "I feel like they are trying to peel my skin off. "
The Mechanic drug his brother down to the start line and they got to experience the Nitro Cars take off when the light said GO! Did I mention the Recruit wasn't wearing his hearing protection at that moment. It seems he was busy looking at how "rural" the crowd was near the start line. He was too busy taking in the smell of beer, gas and nitro and was waiting for the second car to fire up and get ready to race. He wasn't watching, because he would have noticed that it was a solo run. So he got the rural crowd experience (HOLY COW), the smell of stale beer (HOLY COW), the fumes of the nitro burning your lungs (HOLY COW) and the feeling of skin peeling along with the deafness that comes from being within a 100 feet or less (with your ear plugs dangling around your neck) of a car taking off for a 289 MPH run (HOLY COW).
Armywife and Poochiegirl got the night to themselves in their respective homes with their furry kids cuddling around them.
HOLY COW! BTW we saw gas for $2.80 on the way to the track. Needless to say there was quite a line of cars waiting to get gas.
Keep a Smile on Your Face. Another benefit of going to the race was seeing your dad out with his son (Me) and his two grandsons (The Recruit and The Mechanic) enjoy himself so much (he forgot his earplugs during one run too).
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