Boone was the first of us to head to the lanes, and I followed him up about ten minutes later, once we figured out how they were pulling the cars out, it was apparent we were going to be there for a while, so we walked up to watch cars run.
"The DA was only 20 feet when they started, but it has crept up to about 60 now!" We overheard a conversation at the head of the lanes.
Boone looked at me, "Maybe I will get my ten after all!"
I had jetted up four sizes in the front over anything I had ran all week, and now I was hoping it was enough!
Addie Ross, in the gold Falcon Wagon, that I had been close in times all week with pulled up at 10:05AM, and went 10.68-127, and that was 13 hundredths and two mph faster than she had went all week!
Squirrel pulled up twenty minutes later in his Altered Wheel Base 62 Chevy II, and ran 9.96-134, and both Boone and I let out a whoop and a fist pump. Then I looked over at Boone and asked, "Wait a minute, doesn't he just have a bar?"
"Yeah, he can't turn it in!"
"That's Okay", I laughed, it will be framed and hanging on his wall!"