She idled towards the right lane water box, with Scott's RoadRunner directly behind her in the next pairing. She finished a small burnout, and the steam really was quite noticable as she made her way towards the beams.
Standing on the fence at about 700ft., I looked at Boone, "It's going to be close, the burnout box guy sees it, but lucklily the starter has his back turned!"
Scott was motioning at Dale, and pointing at the exhaust, but Dale was in full "run interference" mode at this time, just trying to keep everyone from pulling the plug before she got staged.
Staged, locked in, switch flipped, time to race, she came up on the rpms, and the steam worsened. Yellow, yellow, She flat footed the gas pedal, and grabbed the button, well over half the contents of the radiator spewed out of the drivers side exhaust pipe like a fire hose, dousing the starting line and first 30ft. of the track. Scott, sitting in the water box, pointed at Dale, and threw his hands up in the air as if to say, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!"
Both cars lifted shortly after 60ft., Rachael had caught the redlight on the tree in her lane, and since the Pontiac's reaction time began with .3, he had plenty of time to see it as well! Her time slip, -.001 for the RT.