The pair directly in front of Dale was Teenager Alex Taylor in her "BadMaro" twin turbo first gen, and Doc McEntire in his "SeeRed" Camaro. While Glenn Bridger and I were clawing for every hundredth for the two remaining podium spots in Pro Street NA, Doc had us thoroughly outclassed with his 673 inch Goodwin billet Hemi. His three previous mid eight second blasts meant he had a six second cushion on us with only two days remaining. When he launched, it appeared he might need all of his cushion, as the powerglide turned into a mushbox in low, luckily it managed to hold on when he shifted to drive, and he motored to a high nine second run at 160 mph. Later in the afternoon we would hear that the 'glide would have to come out.
"What if he can't make it?" Dad would ask me later, "wouldn't it be cool if you are battling for a class win?"
"No Dad...I hope he makes it to St. Louis!" I smiled and shook my head, "because I really don't care that much whether I get the second place plaque or the third place one...but if I lose the class win by a few hundredths...I'm going to be second guessing everything I did all week!"