The guys in the 240Z fired up the engine, and the big tires starting moving in reverse. Then they started moving forward, until they shifted to drive, and they began to slow down until competely stopping.
Dale was the first to comment as we watched from across the pits, "Oh, boy! That doesn't look good!"
Shortly afterwards the mechanic who had been under the car most of the day walked over to our spot as we loaded up and asked, "Any of you guy's have some ATF?"
"How much do you need?", Darryl volunteered.
"As much as we can get at this point!" he commented as he looked wistfully back at the red machine.
Darryl rounded up two quarts out of his packed trunk, and handed them over.
"Thanks a bunch, that'll work!" he nodded, and headed back to the task at hand. The next time the blower whine filled the air, the tranny shifted out like it was supposed to!