When the front end touched back down, it bottomed out pretty hard and rebounded back up a bit, so I lifted off the nitrous just long enough to check the oil pressure as I feared for the oil pan. I saw a flash of red to my left as the 34 Coupe was pulling away, so I shifted to third, grabbed the nitrous again, and gave chase.

My 10.03-135 to his 10.16-133, but he'd killed me on the tree (he went .012 on a four tenths pro tree, in a street rod!) and took the stripe by a full car! Very, very disheartening. I tried to show Rachael my time slip but my hands were shaking so bad I was embarrassed.
"They aren't shutting the lanes off for another fifteen minutes", She tried to encourage me, "You can go back up and get your nine!"
"Oh, no...my day is most certainly done!"