This past weekend the local track decided to have a summer fun day. There was a car show, burnout contest and some grudge racing. The local Mudstain guys were doing the usual talking after installing new parts so I decided to go out and give some attitude adjustments. I got there an hour before the racing was supposed to start and they were already going. Great. A friend of mine showed up with his ZO6 and said there wasn't a single car in the 13's yet. Lame crowd I guess. Could have been the weather too. IT WAS HOT! I let the car cool down and went looking for the (attitude) adjustee and he stated he just ran a 14.20 at 100 (slicks, blower, ported heads, cam,....). Oooh ahh. Then he said, I am done because I broke something. Nice. I told the Vette guy to get his car. I went out in total street trim (regular BFG radials, 3 month old pump gas, stock turbo, intercooler, inj. and 16psi boost) and ran a 14.05 spinning well through second gear. The Vette got me with his 13.68. Good close race. Did I mention it was HOT! Looked at the EGT and it was low, but the T-link showed knock. Damn, no more boost with that gas and this temperature. Oh well, make the best of it. Tried a couple more street tire passes and concluded it was a waste of time. While I was putting the slicks on they announced that there was a trophy for fastest domestic street car (non-trailered). Vette ran up to the tower and presented a 13.50 time slip. As I was pulling into the lanes I heard what I had to beat. Launched well and seemed to pull really hard. Left an LS1 on the bottle in my dust. Got the slip and it was a 13.50. Huh, wonder what Vette had for a number. As it turns out he had a 13.507 to my 13.503! Yea, in "the money". Tower announcer kind of chuckled and then proceeded to heckle Vette telling him he got beat by .004 seconds! Better get out there. He tried 2 more times and failed due to hot lapping the car. We decided to let the cars cool and be the last race of the day and go for the gold. Winner takes all. The announcer played it up huge and kept a bunch of people there until the end. The time comes and I am fairly confident but a little nervous. He cut a slightly better light but I zinged past him and was able to hold him off .... barely. If the track would have been 100 yards longer I think I would have lost. GREAT race. The only people in the crowd cheering for me was the T-shirt stand guys and my wife. Guess they don't like to see a 16 yo car beat a new Vette. We got out and shook hands. First class guy. I ran up to the tower and collected my trophy. Fastest domestic street car. Neat. We were the only two cars in the 13's all day. It was hot.