Friday, February 13, 2009

Quarter Pounder


The smell of fuel, scouring car part stores with dad, collecting aluminum cans under the bleachers, Shirley Muldowney's pink suit, running to the time booth, cheering as loud as we could above the roaring engines, the long boring ride to Bonneville Salt flats, being a part of the pit crew, falling in love with funny cars, NHRA embroidered shirts (before we had an in), that darn race in Bakersfield and mom kissing dad with the look of fear every time a race was ready to go.
Weekends have never been the same :)

6 comments:

Ann said...

There is NOTHING like the NHRA! Woo-hoo!

Ruthie Girl said...

It's funny. I remember seeing the car in our gym and the stories, but I don't know anything about actually being at the races.

Great photo.

Paula said...

Wow! I had forgotten all about that car! I think I vaguely remember going to a race with y'all once!

Anonymous said...

Never knew.

Amy

Anonymous said...

It was good times. By the way the NHRA is in PHX Feb 20th and 21st. The smell of burning rubber and nitrous still get to me. Mom

Kim Thomas said...

Never done NHRA.....wish I witnessed this.