I finally talked to Boone, and he told me they were really close, but Darren's Dakota was overheated to the point of trying to die at every stoplight by OU. I told him to park as close to the lanes as he could, so they could get in at the deadline.
Dale and I had the new cable in place, but we were struggling to get it routed away from the headers, and Rachael was yelling at him that she didn't want to burn up another one.
"Do you want to worry about the darn cable, or get a pass in before they close down?" He snapped at her, then frustrated, removed himself from under the car, "I've got to go run the Gremlin, so I can concentrate on all this other stuff!"
With that, he jumped into the Gremlin, fired it up, tested the nitrous, and was off towards the lanes, while we continued on the Belvedere.