What a fun weekend I just spent - me and my family went camping with my racing buddy and his family this weekend. Who would have guessed that we would end up 1st and 2nd - racing each other in the finals is a memory that I'm sure I'll never forget. My buddy went to the finals on Day 2 only to get beat by the same deadly consistent yellow Camaro that beat me in the semi's. I'm still at the track in my head - no joke.
Notice I've got half a fender on him!
2nd place never felt so good.
My shoulders and chest are bruised after 12 of these launches - this was me and my buddy in our finals run.
More pix after I get them from the wife's cameras.
