I think Joe is to nice to post this so I will for shits an giggles.

So it goes like this:

I say "Hey Joe want to come hand me my ass ? "

Joe " O.K."

We both stage, I get a slight jump.

60ft. goes by I am still out a little.

Here comes the 1/8th mile and all the sudden I hear this terrible sound , what is it you ask ? It is the mondo hairdryer getting ready to lift the paint off of the passenger side of my car !

Now approaching the 1,000 ft. box and I am looking at the back of Joe's car driving away like I have just thrown out the boat anchor !

Here comes the finish line and what do I see ? Joe on the return road already sitting outside his car with a now empty drink in his hand and yawning !

Anyway it was fun while it lasted and he was even cool enough to run me again because the run before this one my now broken clutch cable decided it did not want me to shift into third.

Keep up the hard work Joe and make sure to let me know when you go to the track again when the weather cools off, I want to see that 10 second pass