i pulled back around and decided to look under the car and make sure that the rearend wasn't leaking, it wasn't so i figured i'd keep pressing my luck. ron the tech guy came over and told us that one of us was getting a bye run this time due to a car breaking. i had to go to the bathroom so i jogged over to the porta pottie and steped in. as i was standing there i said aloud " god, i ain't never had a bye roud yet and don't expect one now, but i could sure use it if you could spare it." then i finished up and jogged back over to the lanes. ron had the cards out and told us that red gets the bye, i drew one. red two, yee freakin haw, god does love me!!!

the two malibus that i had raced earlier had gotten each other and i was to race one of them in the final. they headed off the hill, and needless to say i was paying close attention to this race. the 72 sachet'd a little, and i knew it was over for him. i rolled off the hill and just barley did any burnout at all and staged. the tree came down and i just eased off the line and cruised untill i got to about the 300 ft mark when i could no longer stand it and jumped on the gas. the car lifted up and started hauling booty, i heard the rearend start howling, i put it in second..... rev limiter, pedal, rev limiter again. i start slowing down and decide to put it back in first and it was there. holy crap, the tranny just let go going into the final

i came through the gate by the return road and told all the guys there " i need tranny fluid like a dead man needs a coffin" and came back to lane 7.