"You guys going to race the Heads-up Shootout?" Tonya asked as she handed us our final time slips.
"Yes, absolutely!" I assured her
"Just the two of you, or the whole crew?"
"No, all five cars, we are looking forward to it!"

Andy Reynolds pulled his wheel standing Malibu wagon up next. He had been making two or three runs per track, with at least one on the bumper at each facility. He currently had 3rd place in the most competitive Street Race Small Block Power Adder class nailed down, with bracket like 9.0 runs all four days. The car barely moved at the launch, then spit the drive shaft out on the pavement. He was unable to get it repaired in time for another shot, and had to take a 20-50 for the last day, destroying his average, and dropping him from 3rd to 21st in one fell swoop. Just another example of what a cruel mistress Drag Week can be, one minute you're up on the tight rope looking down at your admiring fans, the next step, falling through the air screaming like a little girl!