Me and my dad built her.

Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle.

lt's a beast. Know what she ran in Palmdale?

No. What did she run?

Nine seconds flat.

- God. - Mydad was driving.

So much torque, the chassis twisted coming offthe line.

- [ Chuckles ] - Barely kept heron the track.

So, what's your best time?

- l've never driven her. - Why not?

lt scares the shit out ofme.

That's my dad.

He was comin' up in the pro stock car circuit.

Last race ofthe season.

Ah, a guy named Kenny Linder came up from inside...

in the final turn.

He clipped his bumper and put him into the wall at 1 20.

Um...

l watched my dad burn to death.

l remembered hearing him scream.

But the people that were there said that he had died before the tanks blew.

They said it was me who was screaming.

l saw Linder about a week later.

l had a wrench...

and l hit him.

And l didn't intend to keep hitting him...

but by the time l was done, l couldn't lift my arm.

He's ajanitor at a high school.

Has to take the bus to work evey day.

And they banned me from the tracks for life.

l live my life a quarter mile at a time.

Nothing else matters.

Not the mortgage, not the store...

not my team and all their bullshit.

for those ten seconds or less...

l'm free.