Est. 2026 · Somewhere past the speed limit
Daddy, go Faster.
Three seats, one throttle, and a house rule about never lifting early. This is where the builds, the runs, and the noise live.
- LaneRight
- Dial inWhatever it takes
- StatusStaged
Who’s in the car
The launch is the only part you can’t fix later. Everybody has a job before the lights drop.
Driver
Right foot · Final say
Builds it, checks it twice, then hands the throttle its instructions. Answers to “Daddy” and to the tech inspector.
Co-pilot
Left seat · Calls the count
Reads the tree, counts down the ambers, and yells the two words this whole place is named after.
Hype crew
Right seat · Volume control
Fists up before the burnout, still up at the finish line. Undefeated at making a good run feel better.
What we get up to
Past the launch, still gathering. This is where the plan meets the pavement.
The builds
Whatever is on the lift this month — torn down, argued over, and put back together with two extra sets of hands.
The runs
Every pass, good or ugly. Slips get posted either way; that is the only way the next one gets quicker.
The road trips
Small-town strips, county fairgrounds, and any stretch of American asphalt worth the drive to get there.
660 FT · Halfway, wide open
House rules,
printed on the way
past the eighth.
Every strip hands you a paper slip on the return road. Ours has never had a car’s numbers on it.
1320 FT · The traps
Come stand
at the fence.
Drop an address and we will send word when the next build fires up or the next run gets posted. No noise you did not ask for.