At Weeks End
The slingshot dragster, a long rail job with wide slicks on the back and bicycle wheels on the front, stood out like a golf ball in a pile of red plums.
Naturally inquisitive, I eased over outside a McDonalds in Paola and was closely examining the engine, topped by a four-barrel Holley, when the owner slipped up beside me.
Dont see carburetors much anymore, I observed. No, its all injectors and nitro now in drag racing, he moaned.
