The engines are howling at 7000 rpm. The stands are packed. The cars explode in the mud, rises to the surface and the crowd disappears behind a 150 yard plume of whipped waters. Former ace Ray Thornton 66 years is making a comeback after 12 years of absence, and the crowd roars. Worldkustoms readers, for whom only the best is enough, must of course meet Ray.
It is 85 degrees below the clouds. The area smells swamp, race gasoline and Pulled Pork. National Anthem sung by a local capability, Americans cheering and Sunday can begin.
Down into the muddy water we go. Two V8-equipped amphibians with cigar bodies and spindly tractor tires. The engines are revving up, flag falls and the cars fly out side by side, round the island in a right turn, comes back side by side while the audience stands up.First to the winner’s flag wins. No timing. No finish line cameras. No laser. Only a big beautiful show for the hell of it.