The only difference between Dale's launch of the Gremlin at Great Lakes as opposed to the first two days, was that he knew what was coming. It spun just as hard at the hit of the second stage of nitrous, then pushed itself out of the groove, but he pedaled and recovered much quicker with the knowledge of what to expect. From my vantage point four sets of cars back, it looked like a decent pass, and I was expecting another 9.0 at a buck fifty. The 9.26-141 was a little concerning, but with two aggressive stages fed by a common line and a single bottle, usually anytime his mph falls off it simply means he was running out of spray.

Rachael was in the next pair, and I knew the chances of her not having enough nitrous in the current bottle was pretty good, as she had made her previous three runs on it, and I had used it for a half pass in Vegas. When she went 12.35-111, I figured it was the bottle, but it trailed a good bit of blue smoke in the shutdown, and I was reminded of listening to the engine with Robert the night before. Maybe the old 440 was just too tired for the beatings we were giving it.