not a charger
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Bob (Prosport) was kind enough to tow me to the track today. Beautiful day...low 70s, low humidity, lots o' sunshine. After an emergency repair (second one this week - first time electrical, second time brakes) this morning, we were on our way
The car used to have an 8 inch converter and ran 11:76 with it. Now, it has a 10 inch converter. We were expecting 12:50s as a result. Well...
My first run was 12:34 at 110! This without knowing what "Pre-Stage" meant, where I was supposed to stage, how to do my burnout, etc... Man, I dorked that one up big time, but was thrilled with the time.
Second run was 12:12 at 113mph...NOW, we're getting somewhere. Bob and I were going nuts. Even my dad was psyched. Bob decides we need to pull the exhaust, but I wanted to go one more round with the mufflers in place.
Third run...11:97 at 114! Holy crap, Batman. This car really runs nice! Now I agree that we have to pull the exhaust.
Fourth run...11:88 at 114! Open exhaust (sounded awesome, BTW). I can barely contain myself. So, onto the 5th try.
Fifth run...well, I screwed it up badly. I mean everything...burnout, reaction time, shift point, took my foot off the gas too early, bounced the motor off the rev limiter, you name it. 12:34, and though I was happy with this on run 1, on run 5, I'm ticked.
Time for eliminations...Dial in at 11:85, get paired with a crappy Beretta with a 17:09. I did my only decent burnout, and had my best reaction time (.249 - yikes ), nailed my launch and my shift points and ran...11:81 at 114. I broke out. I couldn't care less. I was so fired up about that time that it didn't matter that I lost. Heck, I'm a good 60-70lbs heavier than Bob, so even with the 10 inch converter, I'm right back where he was with the 8 inch.
Bob was right. I'm HOOKED! What a great day, and a great time with my dad, Bob, Christine, and their son, Brennan. You will not meet better people than them. A big thank you to them for one of the best times I've ever had. Sorry this is so long, but I'm so excited that I can barely see straight.
Now...gotta start saving for the stroker. Oh, and learn how to do a burnout. I suck at them. Badly. Really, really awful. I even almost did one in the water box by mistake.
The car used to have an 8 inch converter and ran 11:76 with it. Now, it has a 10 inch converter. We were expecting 12:50s as a result. Well...
My first run was 12:34 at 110! This without knowing what "Pre-Stage" meant, where I was supposed to stage, how to do my burnout, etc... Man, I dorked that one up big time, but was thrilled with the time.
Second run was 12:12 at 113mph...NOW, we're getting somewhere. Bob and I were going nuts. Even my dad was psyched. Bob decides we need to pull the exhaust, but I wanted to go one more round with the mufflers in place.
Third run...11:97 at 114! Holy crap, Batman. This car really runs nice! Now I agree that we have to pull the exhaust.
Fourth run...11:88 at 114! Open exhaust (sounded awesome, BTW). I can barely contain myself. So, onto the 5th try.
Fifth run...well, I screwed it up badly. I mean everything...burnout, reaction time, shift point, took my foot off the gas too early, bounced the motor off the rev limiter, you name it. 12:34, and though I was happy with this on run 1, on run 5, I'm ticked.
Time for eliminations...Dial in at 11:85, get paired with a crappy Beretta with a 17:09. I did my only decent burnout, and had my best reaction time (.249 - yikes ), nailed my launch and my shift points and ran...11:81 at 114. I broke out. I couldn't care less. I was so fired up about that time that it didn't matter that I lost. Heck, I'm a good 60-70lbs heavier than Bob, so even with the 10 inch converter, I'm right back where he was with the 8 inch.
Bob was right. I'm HOOKED! What a great day, and a great time with my dad, Bob, Christine, and their son, Brennan. You will not meet better people than them. A big thank you to them for one of the best times I've ever had. Sorry this is so long, but I'm so excited that I can barely see straight.
Now...gotta start saving for the stroker. Oh, and learn how to do a burnout. I suck at them. Badly. Really, really awful. I even almost did one in the water box by mistake.
