The time slip read 10.59-125, not what I was hoping for. The 5 hundredths I picked up in 60ft., was given back by the 330 because I was out of the groove and spinning. I parked in the pits just in time to ride back to the lanes with Rachael and Skippy. My hope was to watch Dale's run from the starting line to figure out what the Gremlin was doing to knock the tires off so violently.
The first car up after I walked to the lanes was Doc McEntire and his 68 Camaro. He was leading our class by so much that he only needed a 17 second run to seal the class win and he clearly didn't trust whatever repair they had done to the powerglide on the park bench at Cordova, because he walked it out gingerly before rolling on the power for an 11.90-147.
"Think he'll come back for another one?" Skippy asked me as we stood in the shade of the tower.
"Yeah, he's not really competing against Bridger and I, he's attempting to obliterate the times Eddie and his Duster have ran in this class."

Dale rolled under the tower beside Paul Cornman's Demon.
"Not again", I groaned.
"Why not?" Skippy quipped back as he sprinted behind the cars to stand beside James as he brought Dale into the water.
This would be probably the 4th or 5th pass Dale has made in the Gremlin beside Paul's Demon in the last two Drag Weeks, and while the short wheel-base, violent little Gremlin with a nitroused 440 is pretty impressive in it's own right, it's not quite as awesome when a small tire, stock suspension, full interior, NA small block A body is running within 6 or 7 tenths of it time after time!