Right before Rachael made her pass, the lanes were opened up for the final all-run session. The lurkers poured into the breach like Wal-Mart shoppers on Black Friday, considering the large numbers of Mustangs in competition it was a wonder Sean Fink and other pedestrians weren't harmed in the sudden rush. I glumly walked back to our pits, watched the Gremlin and the Ruster Duster drive by and realized I would be the last of us to make a run despite being the first one in the lanes earlier.