It's amazing how many teams come to these events.
Lined up.
Coming --
And going.
A '57 Chevy, at least conceptually.
Now, a race lasts just a few seconds, and you're going like 180 mph at the finish line. Just how much
time can you spend looking at all those gauges?
Somehow this reminds me of the Travel Gnome.
No actual Corvettes were harmed in the making of this machine.
Must be a government team. Four mechanics, three supervisors.
A few motorcycles joined in the competition.
Proud parent.
Proud parents.
Gosh, this really is a family sport.
A luxury motor home as the tow car for a trailer/garage just as long. If you have to ask what it costs, you can't afford it.
But evidently not everyone is in the chips.
Another low-mileage beauty only driven on weekends!
Look, man, I'm getting desperate!
Everything must go! Hmm ... that'd make a nice camper.
Some of the drivers are women, but drag racing is still mostly
a "guy thing."
A Dodge Aspen? I thought they'd all gone to whatever car heaven awaits former taxicabs and police cars.
Tight fit.
Wow, even an old Vega lives on as a race car! Of course, they only used the reliable parts: the fenders, doors and roof.
And it's an electric! Nothing could be simpler to operate.
Dang, this is getting ridiculous: a 70's Buick family truckster. How can such a barge be a race car?
Ah, tailgates. I did not know that.
