He he. Pictures. I wish. I was the guy doing the work. No time to take pictures. There should be plenty on the web by now. Pics and video.
So, Saturday. We get there early. I see a guy using my push bar as a rest so he could take pictures of the parade of cars going by. No worries. We do a morning cackle to make a little noise and make sure all is good with the dragster. Sometime during the day, an engine builder comes by and asks our crew chief about the tune up. After a little discussion, he gives him a few tips to use. We do a late afternoon fire up to make sure the dragster has heat in it for the big parade. Boy does it sound and look good! Those tips really paid off. When I'm not busy working or helping with the dragster, I go wander. I look at other cars, the small swap meet, etc. I wander after the afternoon fire up and when I get back, I see everyone getting busy. Time to get to the lanes! We end up near the front of the mass of dragsters. Funny car finishes running. Seems we are in the way of some roadsters. The roadsters have guest of honor and such. We are told to push up past the mass of dragsters so the guest can drive through. So there we are out where everyone can see us. I hear over the loud speaker the crowd being given the details of our car. Cool! The parade hasn't even started and our dragster is being pointed out. Of course, my Burb right behind it. We wait, and wait. Then, a few dragsters start to push / parade down the track. Two cars go then I have someone banging on the back of my Burb saying " Go, Go, Go!" Mind you, I've never done this before. I don't want to go first. I want to watch a little so I can see what has to be done. Oh well, down the dragstrip we go. Uneventful. Although I could have paraded slower.
We get to the other end and turn on to the fireup road. Now we wait for the other 60+ dragsters to parade. While I'm sitting there, Steve Gibbs, the guy running the whole deal, sneaks up to my drivers window and startles me a little. He ask if I would volunteer to come around and push another dragster that doesn't have a pushcar. What am I going to tell him, no? He gives me quick instructions, then disappears. A few moments later, he comes back with white shoe polish and writes a big "2" on my passenger windshield. He squeezes a little too hard and white stuff goes all over my cowl. He tries rubbing it off. Whiles he's doing that, I tell him "Don't worry, I got more black paint!" This gets him laughing. That's a good thing, to get Steve laughing!!.............
