Here are my 4 scariest moments.
In all my years of racing Turbo Buicks, I've had 4 that really scared me.
1. In '97 I was out at one of our spots getting ready to run Widow Makers 87 Mustang convertible with a homemade N2O kit with no jets.

At this time, the Gray car (RU) was running 11.30 ish and I had 26x10 slicks on 15x10 rims. I did my usual good VHT 100ft burn out, backed up in the tracks and everything. In retrospect, we really should not have been running that night cause it was cold and the cars were just starting to get damp with condensation. So I knew going into this one that I might have to test my driving skillz. We line up, it's a heads up race, I'm in the right lane, Mudstang is in the left. We leave together, my car hooks decently on a 6psi foot brake launch. (1st real bolt on combo, TE63-1 .63 A/R on 27psi with an Art Carr 9" 16930 3500 flash stall, 009 injectors, Lubrant race chip, external fuel pump with bigger feed and return lines, EP 214/204 cam, stock heads with valve springs, EP FM IC, 3" dp w/ external wg, 70mm plenum and t-body) Welp, I immediately start pulling away hard putting about 2 cars on him in the first 100 ft. This is when things get interesting, I'm now out of the rubber I laid down and the car is starting to spin slightly, just enough to let the right rear slick start to get in the gravel.

Oh boy!!!!

I had to use some driving skillz to save it on that one, and I never lifted. I wound up beating him by about 3 cars sliding all over the street. Everyone there was like, man we all knew you were going to loose it when you started spinning. Good save. I got lucky on that one. I really think RU saved me tho. No money bet, just another pride/rep race.
2. In '98 I was headed over to a race spot, getting ready to race a 10 second Nova in my White '87 Limited that was running very low 11's on the street. I took the back way so I could verify my O2's and boost level as I had just turned up the boost to 30#s. Although I didn't have any money on the race, I knew I had some friends that were making some sizeable side bets. So, I'm alone, headed over to the spot, I hit it on a straight away back road, boost goes up to 30 and the car is making a move. BOOOMMMM WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Ting Ting Ting..... I lift, immediately pull over and start thinking WTF? Did I just become the newest member of the DOTC club or what? No oil leaking, nothing was wrong, O2's were perfect and no knock. (.740s & zero knock) That's when I start to listen and notice that the exhaust note was very loud. So I shut it off and sure enough, the downpipe blew off of the test pipe and the test pipe was bouncing on the road when I was slowing down. So I did what any self respecting street racer would do when his reputation is on the line with a big race. I grabbed my green bottle of race gas for humans (Mt Dew of course) poured it's ice cold contents on the downpipe/testpipe to cool it off, used a rag and re-installed it. As I was struggling with the pipe, V6RACER (Jason White) comes pulling up asking me, What happened? We saw sparks. I told him what happened and we both laughed. He helped me put it back together too. Anywho, made it to the top of the hill, ready to race, The SBC Nitrous inhaling trailered so call street car '70 Nova does his pathetic burn out, and I do a John Force VHT only burn out which completely whites out the entire street. As I'm backing up, the guy chickens out and says no race, my car is overheating. I'm like whatever, take that trailer car back home. I still made a solo pass, you know, just to see how the tune was at 30#s.
3. In 2000 a friend of Todd Wynnes wanted me to take his 87 T around the block and kinda give it a quick tune with fuel pressure and a Scanmaster. He said the car was making a funny noise but to go ahead and run it to see if I can figure out what's what. So I jump in, and head around the back street straight away. He said the boost was at 18, I hammer it in 2nd, boost comes on, cars running good, pulling hard. Then all of a sudden I hear this really fast sounding fsssss fsssss fsssss ting ting ting BOOM!!!! Oh great!! I just blew up Bubbas car. He's gonna kill me. I make it back to the shop, pull the hood and immediately notice that the new MAF pipe that he just installed was too close to the alternator fan blade and under boost, it came into contact and the alternator fan blade exploded. It shot pieces of shrapnel and blade through the hood!!! To his credit and my safety, Bubba was really a nice guy about it, and I am thankful he was cool. I just knew I had blown his car up.
4. This one scared me the most. Bowling Green 2000, I'm racing in TSE class with RU, actually struggling to race is more like it. This was the first year that they allowed Stage motors in TSE, and I was the lone sole who brought a knife to a gun fight with a 109 girdled 235 motor with iron heads and a flat tappet cam.

I'm on my second qualifying pass and it's getting late, the car was struggling to run 10.90s and on this pass, as I was going through the traps, I start to feel the rear end sliding away going through the beams headed for the wall. I lift and know immediately what is going on. It was as if the car was telling me what was wrong and how to avoid crashing. I lift and smash the brakes as hard as I can to get stopped. She slid around a little bit and came to a semi controlled stop.
I look back and see white smoke and smell burnt trans fluid. I limp her back to the pits and trans fluid is pouring out of my cobbled together trans cooler lines. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Well, I fix the lines and wipe all the trans fluid up and keep on racing. But that one really scared me the most. The trans lines leaked on to the tires at the finish line and we were in for a ride. It was a 10.96 @ 123 pass. Again, RU saved me.
Ok, sorry to ramble on, but reading this thread made all those memories come flooding back. Lessons of the day? Don't street race. (if you can help it) Don't skimp on trans cooler lines. Don't test anyone elses' car no matter how hard they try to goad you into it. And if you do decide to run on the street, don't do it on a cold night with condensation on the windows. That's a sign from above that it's time to go home. I've got more horror stories that my friends have had happen to them and their Buicks, but that's for later.
Thanks for letting me share.
Patrick