I rode in my buddy's 11-second, tubbed, Chevy Nova once...
The launch felt like we were rear-ended... my guts jumped into the non-existent, back seat...
First couple of seconds, all I saw was sky,... once the ground appeared I was fixated on a spot far beyond the end of the pavement, where I believed we would stop...
Only thought in my head was... "This can't be right"...
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When we stopped he looked over at me, and said, "Yeah,... it still gets me every time, and I do it every weekend"....
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