I started drag racing about ten years ago. I got taken on a date to York Dragway. I had a fabulous time and was totally overtaken by the adrenalin of the sport. There was an American Super Stock class, full of awesome muscle cars. I fell in love immediately, not with my date, but with drag racing and american muscle cars.
The drag strip opened its lanes to Run What You Brung, this basically means you can race whatever you turn up in as long as it is roadworthy and safe. I desperately wanted to try it out, but with a huge crowd of guys watching your everymove it was a bit daunting, anyhow I rolled up in my then daily driver an old Rover, put on a loaned helmet and gave it a go, obviously there was not enough grunt in that engine to do a burnout!! I remember the adrenalin kick or you might call it nerves! I absolutely loved it. My first ever pass was 17.9 seconds over the quarter mile. Totally slow I know, but as a first pass it had me hooked.
I wanted to get into drag racing more, but didnt want to embarass myself driving my beaten up daily, so doing the usual impulsive woman shopping I went out a week later and bought my first American car, it was a 1969 Ford Mustang. The car and the sport changed my shopping habits forever, where most girls buy shoes and dresses, I bought a roll cage and as much BHP as I could afford!
Driving the car gave me a feeling nothing else had, the noise of a burbling V8 does something to me that usually only happens in the bedroom, I dont think there are many women out there who would tell you that!
I made the Mustang my daily driver, I quickly realised I was going to need to learn about engine work and threw myslef in at the deep end with a manual and my first engine build. My friends and family changed from buying me perfume and spa treats for gifts and were soon ordering from Summit and Jegs Catalogues.
I took the car and entered a competition, The Northern Street Car challenge (now the National Street Car Challenge). There were approx 150 competitors that made the journey to York for the heads up racing and to car meets all over the country. I got the car into the mid 14s over the quarter mile and came 4th in the competition. I loved every minute of the racing, the socialising and totally WILD evenings out.
If you are into your drag racing then you will really know what I mean when I say “I got the bug”. The need to go faster was there within the year and I said goodbye to the Ford Mustang and Hello to a beautiful 1968 Chevy Nova.
The Chevrolet was a street car when i bought it, it housed a pretty standard 454 Big Block, it ran mid 12s and drove to all the meets in the country, I had another fab year, had moved into a quicker bracket, but still wanted to go quicker. I spoke to Jeff Bull, who in my world is the GOD of Chevy Race Engine Building, I only meant to ask for an engine freshen up, but when you sit there bench racing with an engine builder dreams are built. they arent pipe dreams either! I walked out of his house with a huge grin on my face with an order for a methanol breathing 468ci engine, mmmm yeah all my birthdays came at once!
My street racing days had come to a halt, the need for speed sent me down the pure race route, once you take that direction there is no turning back. I drew up a battle plan for the all out war race car. Whilst my friends were shoe shopping and lunching at Selfridges, I was sleeping over at the garage in my mechanics gear and ripped out floor insulation and sound proofing! It was hard work but I learnt every nut and bolt on the car, experience you just cant buy!
I ordered a PPP air shifter, had a bullet proof transmission made with a trans brake. Fitted a 12 point roll cage, the car which originally was bought with a very 80s multicoloured paint job was given a new metallic ash gold paint job. All the original glass was replaced with Lexan plastic, I had stripped as much weight out of the car as i possibly could.
I was determined to be running quick times! I was a hefty girl at this point, around 20 stone. I had never let my weight stop me from doing things but it did annoy me. I managed to get the car from running mid 12s to running low 10 second passes, an amazing acheivment, but I still wasnt where I wanted to be. 9 was my magic number and I was willing to do anything to get there.
I did some tuning on the car, re-setting valve lashes, timing, new slicks and lost around 6 stone in weight! Yes I wanted that 9 second pass badly! I then took the car to Santa Pod for a test drive and was prepared for a celebration. I sat with my foot on the gas, my thumb holding back on the trans brake and adrenalin pumping on the start line! I heard a lot of odd metal clashing noises and saw the footwell exploding and metal come through the floor. It was all over with in a matter of seconds but I was in a bit of shock.
The prop shaft had snapped in the middle and one of the pieces cam through the floor missing me by an inch or so. Weirdly some of the sports photographers caught the whole incident in slow motion frames, so I was able to piece together the events. The shaft had tore apart in the middle due to the the torque of the engine! It was a disappointing day as I had to have bands replaced in my transmission. I had already spent a small fortune on the car and still not achieved my goal yet.
Never being one to give up I welded a plate on the hole on the floor (yes I can weld too!!) re mounted the transmission. Retuned the engine and got ready for another shot…. At this point it was the last race meet of the season. My Crew Chief was not able to make the meet so I called on my best friend Nancy. She knows her spanners from her scredrivers and she worked her bottom off at the track with me that weekend. I had always fancied running an all girl race team. We worked hard on the car until the early hours of race day. There were many surprised guys walking by seeing 2 women setting valve lash and gapping their spark plugs!!!
A few test passes at 10.1 confirmed that the tuning was good, the rest of it was now down to driver to pull it off. Holding the nerves and adrenalin I faced the last pass of the day. I dont remember who I was against, just knew that this was the last chance of the year to get the 9 second pass. It all came together, the launch was spectacular holding at around 4800 revs, I lifted both of the front wheels about 2ft in the air and the car hooked up off line quickly. Changes were perfect with the air shifter and I had a good feeling about the time too. Driving back round to collect race tickets my son was jumping up and down with BIG thumbs up! He always waits for me on the return road to the pits with my timing ticket! Bless him, unless my engine is boiling up I always collect him for the journey back.
I managed to achieve my goal, I ran a 9.8 at 138mph. Purely on the motor with all elements coming together. I managed to cram one last pass in and backed it up with a 9.7.
I had a fab weekend and have enjoyed running consistent 9s since! I am now into a new project, building and 8 second street car. Will keep you posted on the build!
Here are a few link of some of my passes, a few of them are done on really techy equipment that freezes 300 frames a second so you get to see all the action in slow motion.
I love those burnouts!
A wheels up launch
Giving the El Camino a head start!