Wow.
Me and my dad built her.
Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle.
lt's a beast. Know what she ran in Palmdale?
No. What did she run?
Nine seconds flat.
- God. - Mydad was driving.
So much torque, the chassis twisted coming offthe line.
- [ Chuckles ] - Barely kept heron the track.
So, what's your best time?
- l've never driven her. - Why not?
lt scares the shit out ofme.
That's my dad.
He was comin' up in the pro stock car circuit.
Last race ofthe season.
Ah, a guy named Kenny Linder came up from inside...
in the final turn.
He clipped his bumper and put him into the wall at 1 20.
Um...
l watched my dad burn to death.
l remembered hearing him scream.
But the people that were there said that he had died before the tanks blew.
They said it was me who was screaming.
l saw Linder about a week later.
l had a wrench...
and l hit him.
And l didn't intend to keep hitting him...
but by the time l was done, l couldn't lift my arm.
He's ajanitor at a high school.
Has to take the bus to work evey day.
And they banned me from the tracks for life.
l live my life a quarter mile at a time.
Nothing else matters.
Not the mortgage, not the store...
not my team and all their bullshit.
for those ten seconds or less...
l'm free.