kill stories

I was at the local drag strip with a "run what you brung" day. I was talking to the Mustang owner that was behind me. According to him he had a 10.0 second car and was talking all kinds of crap. I was having a bad day and was running very high 12's due to a serious traction problem. It was breaking loose on any kind of serious power. The only way I could get into the 12's was to granny drive it off the line and feather it the whole way down the track. So I'm next in line and some how the officials changed the order so instead of the usual run the guy next to you, I ended up running the 10 second Mustang. I was just trying not to go up in smoke and feathered it the whole way down the track........ more than 6 car lengths ahead of Mr. 10 Seconds. When I drove up to get my crappy slip, Mr 10 Seconds stopped way behind and waited until I left to drive up for his. The rest of the night he made sure he wasn't anywhere near me in line.