Eric,
I can't post any pictures here to protect the Guilty. In Memphis they had the
"Mustang Club". We too went to a hamburger joint to drink a shake and check out the hens in tow.
Now, during the week emails flooded in announcing the pairing for the weekend heats. This is a Joke right? No say it a'int so!
You get out on a stretch of Interstate highway. The number and mile markers are not listed to protect the Berserk.
Cars launch at 45 mph and off they go. A predetermined off ramp is established with a "safe house" nearby.
When you see lights in the rear view mirror you stay in the gas, hit the ramp and proceed to the safe house. Girlfriends and Wives man the garage door opener and with the precision of a pit stop you hit your mark or the drywall.
It was obvious when the cars were in. The Flowmasters and X pipes ceased. Down goes the garage door and you waltz upstairs to watch the troopers speed past the property.
One of the rules was your car had to have to speed limiter disabled and be able to outrun the TN HP.... That was easy. It's fun to "hit it" and watch the flashing lights disappear.
But then again the allure was we were "Breaking the Law"! V-Man
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psTUiQzNoxw <-- Priest!