I remember when Mike with his Box nova finally met his match with a Black 68'-9' Charger that had been hunting for him for weeks between gulf and Fountain.
When they finally met at Gulf, I flagged the race with my bias leaning with the Charger of course, this even being that I was good friends with Mike over the years and had a Chevy myself. That's one of the reasons I knew I had Mopar blood in my veins.
I knew Mike would take the hole shot based on his launch tactic of leaving at the top of my down drop, the Charger charged and caught him while negotiating a sideways dance. They neatly tucked their victory into everyone's memory banks, including mine and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.