Found this on another site I frequent and felt it summed up the true attitude of the guys I grew up racing with.
If there are others around on this place that have the same affliction as me maybe we can set up a Drag Race/Hot Rod thread on it's own to tell stories and swap lies.
From Texas' own John Raven:
What is a Drag Racer?
Between the innocence of childhood and the indignity of the front porch at the nursing home we find a delightful creature called a Drag Racer.
Drag Racers come in assorted sizes, weights and colors but their common goal is to go as fast as possible and to stop before they run out of real estate.
Drag Racers are found: on top of, inside of, underneath, swinging from, pushing, pulling, jumping on, running after and running from drag machines. Mothers worry about them. Fathers are proud of them. Non-racing relatives think they are crazy.
Heaven protects them. Cops chase them. Mainstream media ignores them. Nobody but other Drag Racers understands them.
A Drag Racer is beauty in faded jeans and a T-shirt that says “Isky”. A Drag Racer can be as deep as the ocean and high as a kite all at the same time. A Drag Racer, strapped in, with his race face on is way cool.
A Drag Racer likes: anything loud, wrenches, firecrackers, red shop rags, bright colored paint, chrome, airplanes, jet motors, rockets, boats, fire trucks, chainsaws, hammers, more wrenches, explosions, polluted air, tire smoke, hamburgers, hot dogs, tacos, big cold drinks, members of the opposite sex, having their pictures taken and winning.
A Drag Racer doesn’t like: porta-cans, broken parts, starter motors, red lights, leaving late, tire shake, unplanned slippage, hot oil, unplanned fires, center line cones, putting tire marks on guard rails, shooting ducks, bicycling, parachutes that don’t open, catch nets or sand pits and losing.
Drag Racers live by the code set down years ago:
“If some is good, more is better and too much is just right”.
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Raven in Texas
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