I've told this story before in this space. In fact, I spoke of it in my very first entry here. But in case you missed it, here is an excerpt.

I was probably 8 years old when I went to my first NDRA race in South Carolina. My dad bought me a program from a nice young lady who, judging by her attire, must have come straight to the track from her swimming lessons.

Then I distinctly remembered “hot laps” from that night. There was lots of dirt flying and a lot of noise. And I saw the car with Fred MORE