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. So, being the gentle souls we are, we took our cars back and loaded them up on the trailers 
. We thought we would just sit aroud awhile and clean out the ICE CHEST 
. . Finally this guy comes buy in a golf cart and ask WTP, (whats the problem ). We explain our situation, NO LET RACE . He explains about how people in the area complain about the noise. STUNNED, all of us look around and say, WHAT FUCKING PEOPLE ? Nothing around the place except TWO freeways ( real quite) a cement plant and vacant land. He pointed up to the hills to the north and said them BOYS up there. SHIT, they had to be 4 to 5 miles away.
. We drive over to tech, do that and head over to the staging lanes. SHIT, about 300 cars in line 
. We wait and wait. They had a total of THREE FUCKING OIL DOWNS, couldn't believe it . You have to realize it was about 100 degrees that day and it was fucking HOT on the asphalt parking lot. Finally, its our turn. I make the right turn down the strip into the water box............ NO WATER...... WTF......... so I just drive on up to the lights cold tires and all. It's about 8:55 PM by now. I'm racing my buddy in his '39 Willys gasser . I leave on the third amber, blow the tires off, butt, the car goes STRAIGHT as an arrow ( my first time in this car and didn't know what to expect). I don't have anyway to scan the time slip butt, here is what it said,
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guess I'm getting OLD . 
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you forget who you are talking to. I can't E-Mail it, SHIT BOY it's on the video camera. How can I E=Mail from a video camera 
All I can do is watch it on the T.V.
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