Now this story is mostly true, it happened last night in front of impeccable witnesses, well fellow forum members anyway, you judge for yourself.
It was the second meeting and drag racing session of the Phoenix Four, illustrious members of the local chapter of the Jeep Commander Forum.
A49er, AJguy, Old Macdonald, and Me.
I did the first run of the night to make sure that the car was safe and to get an idea of how well it would run. I had a secret agenda in that the first run of the night is usually the fastest and lowest ET of the night.
I even did a second run to make sure, both runs were within a few hundreths of a second.
Then we started to take turns making runs. The guys and both AJ and Josh's wives also took turns. With passengers the times were a little slower. After about a dozen runs I thought I would make it more interesting. I was relatively sure that with a dozen runs already, the car was not going to get any faster last night. So, I told Jon, (a49erfan) that there was a prize for the lowest ET of the night of a Million Dollars.
Let me tell you, ole Jon got plumb serious, First he kicked out any passengers.
He was a man on a mission.
His best time of the night was only about 18/100 of a second off my first time.
He started making run after run to shave off that time.
We all just got in the cheap seats and watched.
He would make a run, come back down the return lane and just zone out in the staging lanes concentrating.
He opened the trunk, I thought he was gonna throw out my big ole speakers. Then he tried to remove the rear seats.
But I really thought it was funny when he started throwing out my loose change from the center console.
For a while when he was looking at his clothes, we all thought we were gonna see nekkid drag racing.
He was doing anything he could to get a little lighter and faster.
Someone said he was asking in the staging lanes about Jet fuel.
He was as consistant with his runs as I have seen in awhile. He was doing perfect burnouts. He was tearing up the track. He did his last run of the night at 11:45, just before closing.
We were watching for him but he did not come back from the end of the track.
Then here he comes walking out of the dark.
He burned out the clutch on his final run of the night.
I think he was yelling as he did the last run "I'll beat his time or burn this car down"
We had to push it back to the pits and put it on the trailer.
I'll tell you what, he gave me some anxious moments there as I was thinking about coming up with the prize money.
New clutch is already ordered.