I'm not sure how you can't be intrigued by the drivers of nitro burning dragsters, even if you're not a car person. Basically, you have someone making a conscious decision to spend thousands of hours and thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars on something that stands a good chance of killing them, or at the very least, eating itself alive on a fairly regular basis. And then there's the cost of fuel, about $1000 per 55 gallon barrel. To be clear, these monsters consume about one gallon per second of running time.
To say their owners do it for the love is a bit of an understatement, but when you stand next to one of the cars they've built you get it...at least I get it. You don't just just hear these things, you feel them. At idle ear plugs are required. When the throttle is blipped your entire body convulses. When standing near one next to the strip, the sheer force of a full power launch will rock you back onto your heels.
These cars are one of the most glorious things America has to offer, and that's just as a spectator. To experience it all as a driver...I can't even relate.
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