Here are additional images of the final Nitrous Shootout event at “the Grove.”  We tilt into fall, the days become short.  We know that a season of cold and ice soon will be in store.  Nevertheless we have memories, held as if in a keepsake box, moments of delight, — satisfaction upon making a small change in a fuel system setup that solved a problem, maybe of discovering the cause of tire shake at the 60 foot mark, or or finding another tenth of a second with a new engine…  I am sure the memories are endless for anyone who is crew chief, owner, driver, or crew member of a race car. 

It bears mention, this season,…there is memory of that unaccountable accident occurring at the “big end” of the track that took the life of a member of the racing community, of a friend of many, and of a husband and father, Chuck Weck. 

When one considers the storehouse of memories, — how extraordinary and how fortunate it is to do what one loves!

Here was a place of a kind of “play.”  The play is shaped by the physical regularity of the strength of metal, the execution of sound engineering, the laws of physics, and the ludic flow-state woven into a community of economic, technological, and sensual relationships.  Drag racing is nothing if not a sensual activity, wouldn’t you agree?