Okay, here's my Connecting story.
After a couple of weeks of bench scuffles as to who could beat who, we head out to the Connecting to do battle with a big small block Chevy S10 truck with a good shot of smack. The mopar is on pure motor. "Always have, and always will"
Like the old days, we met on top by the service road and worked out the details of the run.
Only about 30 or so people consisting of friends and bench racers were there to witness what was the first and maybe last race on Connecting since who knows when.
Any way, the cars line up under the first overpass and the traffic is already jittery and loud with their horns blowing.
A mutual friend of ours who's NYPD material waves them off with the Mopar pulling a good hole shot on the S10.
The Mopar had him strung out by a car for at least the 1000 mark line when his hit of smack entered the cylinders to save him. He passed the Mopar a hair right before the second overpass for the win.

The Mopar got its revenge the next weekend with a set of new plugs and an even better hole shot on 150th St.
He blew his motor trying to close the gap with an even bigger hit of the MOJO. The passenger side header blew completely off the flanges on the head.
Ahhhhhh, the sound of the motors during the burnouts under neath that overpass was some thing to remember for a life time at the Connecting.
People in the neighborhood must have said, Oh no! here comes that sound again.