It was a long, hot weekend of drag racing. We made it home about an hour ago after stopping off to eat with some racing friends. Happy to be home safely. Nothing broke, and no one in our group got hurt- it was a great few days of racing.
I was able to go 3 rounds in street et I think it was. I lost first round in the 8.88 index class on my old KZ. I ran an 8.888@152, but due to a crappy reaction time, my opponent crossed the line first for the win. I really need to tighten up on my pro tree lights. Nothing worse than running dead on the index and loosing cause you didn't cut a decent light. I decided to race the wife's bike in Pro et at the last minute because she wasn't feeling 100% this morning. I had to do some self talk on the way to the registration tent as to whether or not I was loosing my mind to think I could still run 3 classes in the heat. My brain said yeah, pay the money and lets do this but as the day wore on, my body began to question the sanity of my brain. I had no real clue as to what to dial the bike in or what settings to put in the delay box. We had issues the day before with redlighting when the wife raced the bike. I made a quick decision to put my best educated guess numbers in the box and it netted a -.001 red. Wow, I almost nailed a perfect light. I added 4 numbers to the box the next round and went green. I took the win. Finally we had some decent numbers to work from. Long story short, I made it to the quarter finals and lost on a double breakout pass. I did he into the money round's .
