For us street-style doorslammers, the Orlando World Street Nationals have been the long-running “Super Bowl” of Pro Street shootouts. This all-out, year ending battle for the honors of fastest on the planet comes with little in the way of rules. Basically, bring it all and the kitchen sink with you… Run Whatcha Brung. Not that my poor little T-bird is much in the way of “Brung”, but I’m going to try and qualify in the 32 car field for Pro Street. Years past, the bump has been in the 6.90 range, which is ever dropping, so as long as I can navigate the tricky Orlando SpeedWorld track to a low 6.70ish, I might be in the field and have a shot.
Though I’ve lived in GA/AL for the past 3 years, Orlando is still “HOME” to me. My family, friends, and old racing collegues all are still there, and I’m always a little homesick around this time of year. Even more so this year, as my Papi is really fighting with his Lymphoma right now, and more than ever I want to be with him and do well for him at this race. Please keep him in your prayers….