Throughout my life, every time I would drive a new build for the first time, I always came away thinking "needs more power". Some of my cars, if speed in the quarter mile is truly extractable (there's a word for ya), were at least 1k+ hp cars. In 1980. At the age of 19. Actually, I'll somewhat recant my first statement. I do recall when I drove my first car that I built, registered, inspected, it ran a 9.24 first pass off the trailer at Chenault air force base in Lake Charles. I thought to myself, "uh.....shit". It was the first time I ever thought about lifting for no reason other than I was going too damn fast. By the end of the day we were well in the 8's.
But now...
The car I have now runs low 10's. I could throw in some e85, and be in the 9's, maybe. But geez, I already feel out of control in the thing if I'm anywhere but the track. My cars have surpassed my old brain. I hope I can keep going for a bit longer. It's been a fight to get to 62. Cancer x 3. Stroke. Still a prick.