Yeah, at just 4 runs, I'm sure I didn't give them a fair chance.I wasn't really there at the track for myself. People had been bugging me for many years to go and see how fast she was. Everybody was stuck on how much faster my car could be with a 340.
I made 4 runs that morning. On two of them I missed shifts in my adrenalized excitement. On a third run, which I thought was a great run, The tower wasn't working right, they said, and I got no timeslip. On the final run,the one where my tires spun all the way to the finish line, they said, I finally got a successful run with a time slip. But I thought it was way too fast, I did not believe the numbers. I went straight back to the tower and voiced my opinion. They insisted it was right. So I went to see the guy who beat me,and he said his numbers were bang on what he had been running all morning. So I hung my head in misery with my 93 mph ticket, and skulked back to my car. There was no point I thought to try and better that outrageous number.
So I tossed the keys to my son and said, why don't you try it, I don't seem to be any good at it.
Thankfully he declined. And so we spent the rest of the day enjoying the action from the bleachers. And let us not forget the wonderful track burgers. Yummy!. And we bought commemorative T-shirts, which is why I can remember; that was 2004. Just before my son's 20th birthday.
