My buddy took a bone stock ‘68 Camaro with a six cylinder, dropped a 350 with a Muncie in and turned low 14s in street tires. On ‘Run what you brung’ night, I had plans with a girl later that night, so I drove separately. My buddy said “let’s see what she will do!” I was next to a Vega with a big block. I had no idea what I was doing, and had never watched racing on tv. I drive up to the Christmas tree, it changes green for me, the Vega disappears down the track, and I smoke the tires halfway down the track. Had no idea that I was supposed to drive through the bleach, get the tires hot, then back up. Nope, but I did make it to 90 mph but the time was horrendous. I think 1/4 mile was 17 seconds because the first 10 seconds was me smoking the tires in the bleach not going anywhere. My right leg was shaking like Elvis because I didn’t bother to check the brakes, tires, oil level. Important stuff.