Part #2.
Sunday morning rolled around real early. This event was such a huge "happening" that most everyone had stayed overnight. Kinda unheard of to us, but man. What partying. Bon fires everywhere. Lots of beer that I hadn't aquired a taste for yet. But I tried. Hell peer pressure can really get you doing dumb things sometimes. But this was a 100% fun time. We talked all night about strategy. We didn't know what the hell to do, but we talked about it. The one thing we did figure out was we needed a hell of a lot of runs in order to see what to dial. And this first time? NO changing of the dial. You picked it before eliminations and that was that.
My buddy with the Comet and I were the first ones in the staging lanes Sunday morning. We were the first pair down the track. It was 9:00 A.M. sharp. I've lost count on the time trials at the moment - but here they are - read them top to bottom in columns starting from the left side.
One thing I began to notice - (the Buick only had one great big ol' Stewart Warner water temp guage,) the hotter it got, the quicker it ran. As you can see it began dropping by a tenth or so, then hundreths, then single digit hundreths. The four 21.84's about threw me - I thought, "This is it - I'll dial 21.84" - but I had a few more time trials to go before the one o'clock cut off.
