My dad had run a few passes in the Pacer before hand and after red lighting the first pass and spinning the tires half way down the track on the second, we knew we were in for a challenge.

My dad had run a few passes in the Pacer before hand and after red lighting the first pass and spinning the tires half way down the track on the second, we knew we were in for a challenge. My dad had run a few passes in the Pacer before hand and after red lighting the first pass and spinning the tires half way down the track on the second, we knew we were in for a challenge.  The biggest thing is that it’s evident that the car is capable of mid 13-second passes, we just couldn’t get the power to the ground.  As in, it would not hook up.  The 440 boys did a pass or two before the showdown as well, and I could see that hooking up was not a problem for them at all.  Not to mention, their 3-speed auto made racing much easier than the 5-speed third pedal we had to row.  The handwriting was on the wall.

The nice smokey burn-out from the 440 boys at the start was an excellent foreshadowing of the next painful 14.57 seconds.  The video below tells all the story for this run, but I promise you there will be more. Hopefully, the red white and blue Pacer will be back again next year and we can continue the Pacer saga.  In the mean time, we’ll work the bugs out of the Pacer and see about getting her into the 13’s.

Sadly, that was the last day of the Power Tour, and I was on a plane on the way back west within 24 hours of shooting this video.  It was a blast and I can’t wait to do it again next year.  It’s hard to explain to people how spending a week inhaling old car exhaust, putting through traffic with a Centerforce clutch (those that have one know the pain it ensues) in 90 degree heat with pouring rain can be fun.  The thing is, if you’re into classic cars, it might be the closest to heaven you can get.