When you’re at a race, how much do you study the car that you’re focused on? Do you take it in, little by little, hunting for details? Or do you need the sledgehammer moment, where the vehicle in question grabs your attention like someone grabbing you by the throat? Sometimes, that bit of blunt-force trauma is exactly what you need. When you’re seeing pass after pass that seems to be on repeat, the moment someone’s tach goes past the numbers becomes an event all to itself. You know when the hot one gets in the lanes and goes for broke. It might have rolled into the water box all quiet and calm, but the moment the signal is given, all hell breaks loose, the engine goes for the moon, the rear tires don’t get a chance to ask for mercy, and everybody in the audience has stopped and has taken notice.
Two door, four door, whatever…if it’s an Aussie-designed Ford Falcon, we’ll give it a look. When it’s packing a small-block worth 423 cubic inches and is huffing a claimed 300-shot of nitrous, we’re silent and waiting for the real show. 9,000 RPM? Better believe it. 300-horse shot of spray? That’s the story they’re sticking with. As violent as a rodeo bull and just as heart-pumping? You’d better believe it!
