No One Wants a Top Fuel Writer
No One Wants a Top Fuel Writer The Christmas Tree lights take forever to change. The scent of nitromethane fills your nostrils as you wait, its fumes coursing through your veins until they reach your heart, causing it beat in time with the 10,000 horsepower engine that powers your aluminum engine. 2,250 pounds of precise engineering surround you like a carbon-fiber composite coffin. The rumble of the machine tickles your nerves, making you anxious. Your eyes stare past the front…