Darren pulled into the water box about five minutes after Boone had ran, in fact Boone, John, and I were standing in our pit spot, checking out his time slip, when we heard them announce Darren's name. The Dakota left pretty hard, and ran strong through the eighth, but then started to lay over. It began to sound like those old injected alcohol engines that went fat on the big end, and didn't have a high speed lean out. He got in and out of the throttle several times, trying to get it to quit laboring, then lifted at about 1100ft and coasted through with an 11.070-109.38.
"That thing was so fat it had fuel dripping out of the pipes!", John shook his head.

Dale idled the Gremlin into the box, and struggled through a small burnout. He doesn't have an ignition retard for the nitrous, so he has to set the total he wants before the run, and the engine isn't really fond of trying to do a burnout at 18 degrees total!
When he launched out of the left lane the car made an uncharacteristic hard left toward the wall, he wrestled it back into the groove, but every time he tried the second nitrous stage, it would become ill handling again. The board lit up with a 9.54, but as soon as he lifted, blue smoke bellowed from the back of the car.
"Maybe his little nitrous mishap this morning wasn't harmless after all?" I questioned.
"Naw", Boone kept a close watch on Dale all the way to the return road, "Dissipated too quick for oil...tire rubbing maybe?