The motel parking lot was jammed full of drag week cars, and after one circuit through, I started eyeing the truck stop across the street for parking. My phone rang, and Dale explained that he had been talking with the motel manager for the last hour, he was a huge car enthusiast, and he would help us with parking. They met us outside a few minutes later, and found us all spots. The Valiant ended up about five feet from the front entrance, which was actually about four feet further than I wanted to walk at 3:30 AM!

Dale's first words to me once he showed me to our room was, "Man! Those four-tens I just put in the Dana were growling like crazy that last thirty miles, I don't think they will finish out the week."
When Boone walked in our room, his first statement was, "I think the eight and three quarter has had it! The four-thirties were howling so bad, they will probably just toss teeth all over the starting line tomorrow!"