In the past twenty-eight days, much has been written of the impending closure of Kansas City (MO) International Raceway. From the original news release on Wednesday, November 2, 2011, concerning the track’s potential sale to the city to the incredibly swift completion of the transaction on Tuesday, November 22, the fabled dragstrip’s last month of life was a whirlwind of shock, anger, blame, misinformation and accusations levied at the current KCIR property owners, area residents and acting city council members. Caught in the crossfire with no way to escape onslaught from all sides were NHRA Div. V Director Rob Park, (a previous owner of the track), and current KCIR manager Todd Bridges, (who ran the facility but had no involvement in its sale).
Amid local media coverage of the uprising by KCIR customers which led to a meeting at City Hall with KC Mayor Sly James, word quickly spread the track’s final event would be held on Saturday, November 12. A huge crowd attended that race but KCIR’s own website insisted the 2011 schedule, which listed events on November 19 and November 26, would be completed.
Paul Hagen, one of Mr. Dirt’s longtime friends, had already earned the moniker, “The Grim Reaper of Drag Racing” for being in the last pair of racers at the final events of Gateway International Raceway, (Madison, IL), and Mid-America Raceways, (Wentzville, MO). Both Paul and Mr. Dirt made plans to attend the final day of racing at KCIR and elected to hold out for the November 26 date.
Unfortunately, a huge weather system moved into the Midwest on Friday evening, November 25, and the forecast looked abysmal for the Saturday program. However, the final event was rescheduled to Sunday, November 27, and, through close contact with Bridges and Park, plans were made to cruise west for KCIR’s Last Drag Race.
It was raining and cold when I met up with Paul and his son, Aaron, at the Wentzville (MO) exit on I-70 early Sunday morning. We planned to arrive before the scheduled noon start of the final race, a simple “Test-and-Tune” event, but the weather system covering the majority of the state made certain the day would be anything but comfortable; a cloudy high of forty degrees was predicted for the Kansas City area.
The Hagens own more race cars than I can count and both Paul and Aaron are championship-winning drivers among the best in the St. Louis area. Because of the forecast, however, they elected to take their “untested” new 2008 Chevy Impala while Mr. Dirt led the way with his infamous ’95 Mercury Grand Marquis. The three-hour drive included plenty of rain but the precipitation eased in western Missouri and all was dry when we arrived for the final time at 4202 Noland Road in beautiful Knobtown, Missouri.
Incredibly, KCIR manager Bridges and crew decided the final day of racing would be absolutely FREE; no admission was charged for spectators or race entries. In the tech inspection line, we were greeted by a handful of brave souls who scoffed at the weather. I stepped out of the car and fired up my Kestral weather station to find the corrected elevation as a staggering 682 feet BELOW sea level! At 38 degrees with a 15-mph headwind, it was a tad chilly.
I immediately began setting up the car for a day of testing. Because of the incredibly good air, some quick calculations showed the car to be capable of a 16.91-second elapsed time which, I reckoned, should put the sixty-feet elapsed time around 2.48 seconds. However, there were some additional variables to be added. The headwind would immediately add fifteen hundredths of a second. However, the car would be running about seventy pounds light since I had not topped off the fuel tank since leaving St. Louis. The Merc was about ten gallons down, (at seven pounds per gallon), from its normal configuration and, while the car should pick up seven hundredths of a second, I was also concerned about not having that “ballast” over the rear end on what was going to be a very cold surface. My recent experience with possible bad fuel while racing in Cordova (IL) kept me from “topping her off” as I normally would.
Therefore, subtracting seven hundredths for weight from the fifteen hundredths for the headwind, my original 16.91 prediction would be revised to a 16.99. After I set the rear tire pressure to my standard eighteen pounds, I concerned myself with the front tire pressure and my Reaction Times, around which this test session would primarily be centered. Since KCIR’s starting line “rollout” is pretty average, (around eleven inches), I would normally set up at twenty-five pounds of air in the front for launching the car while “shallow-staged” and the converter at full stall. However, I managed to catch my first head cold of the season the previous day and, because of the addition of Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus and a few Tylenol tablets to my system, I revised the front tire pressure to 26.5 pounds to set up for what I figured would be darned close to a 0.000 RT.
The weather conditions remained constant and, as I wheeled onto the starting line for my first pass, I opened the door and checked the track surface temperature with my TempGun to find it at 55.3 degrees…warmer than I expected. The tires held during the “practice launches” while heating the brake pucks and rearend lube going up to the line but, when I lit the “staged” bulb and put her up against the converter, I felt the right rear “chirp” just a bit before hooking solidly as the countdown began. I was aware my staging position hadn’t changed and released the brake to catch an 0.010 RT. All the shift points were solid and the “GrandMa” thundered through with a 17.24 at 80.49 mph.
Upon reviewing the timeslip in the pits, it was obvious I’d definitely missed the ET prediction by a ton. The “sixty”, a 2.514, was appropriate for the pass so I immediately checked the weather but the headwind had not increased. After a 230-mile drive, I figured the rearend lube and transmission fluid would’ve been at the proper temperature and, other than a very tenuous hold on the track in the beams, I’d experienced no other problems. The only way to verify if there was a problem was to make another pass…and I was already in line.
Sure enough, the Merc made a second pass at 17.26/80.63 and a third at 17.20/81.04. The sixty-feet ETs were all between 2.509 and 2.519 and the eighth-mile ETs were between 11.105 and 11.121. In other words, my staging position was solid and the only changes in the car’s performance came from the fluctuating headwind, which hovered between sixteen and eleven mph during those runs.
Later in the afternoon, the wind died down to between six and ten mph and the car responded with runs of 17.157, 17.174 and 17.162. Every launch was made at a water temperature of 188 degrees. While the speed increased to 81.35 mph, the “sixties” and the “eighths” varied no more than a hundredth of a second. Interestingly, the ambient temperature increased during this period to 43 degrees but the decrease in headwind still allowed the car to improve in elapsed time. This was verified prior to every pass by the weather station so I was pleased the car responded exactly as predicted.
At 4:47 PM, I made one last pass when the headwind was all but gone and the “air” went back to 650 feet below sea level. The prediction showed a 17.099 but the actual run was a 17.113 at 81.35. The “sixty” was exactly where it should have been but the “330 feet-to-660 feet” ET, which had hovered at 3.81 seconds almost all day, was off by…you guessed it…0.014 seconds (3.826)! What happens on a run between the 330-feet mark and the eighth-mile mark? My shift point happens, that’s what. In other words, Mr. Dirt blew the pass by short-shifting second gear by about 150 RPM. D‘oh.
My sole intention for true “testing” involved Reaction Times and you’ll noticed I haven’t mentioned any after the first pass. While I can term the day’s results “successful’, I ran into a small problem which negated several runs. The track surface temp never climbed above 58 degrees and, while I’ve never had problems with the Merc “hooking up” on launches in those conditions, there was another variable with which to contend.
The vast majority of the one hundred fifty entries on hand were street cars on street tires. A handful of race cars on slicks were present and the KCIR crew ran them in sessions. Because it was so cold, there was no traction compound used on the track, (thankfully!), and, because it was the last day of the track’s existence, no “dragging” of rubber or starting-line preparation was conducted. The KCIR starting line crew did a masterful job of mopping up exhaust condensation, (which came from seemingly every vehicle), and removing debris but, for all intents and purposes, the starting line was a real mess.
It’s nobody’s fault and, quite honestly, I’m not complaining. One of the reasons I enjoy driving “slow cars” is the fact virtually none of the standard “condition factors” affect my performance. On each run, it was quite a chore to find a spot on which to put the 4200-pound Mercury and that’s a challenge which will always make for a better racer. On several occasions, (after much searching), I managed to find an eight-inch “hole”, (well out of the normal “groove”), in which I very carefully placed the GrandMa to find the traction needed to hold the car at full stall.
Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes, it didn’t. On no less than three runs, (using both lanes), I found the car breaking loose the right rear Goodyear Eagle III upon release of the brake. The tire would spin a half or three-quarter revolution while still in the beams and before the car every moved forward and then hook solidly. This affected no other part of the run but…you guessed it…the Reaction Time.
Usually, tire spin lasts longer than a few inches but this type of “spinning in the beams” isn’t that unusual. Normally, I could adjust launch RPM to compensate but, in this case, the car was hooked solidly against the converter and I never got the impression the car was about to spin until it happened. Because of it, I wasted a few attempts in experimenting with RT manipulation.
Luckily, most of my runs were fine and I was able to fool around with front tire pressures. Having been through the situation before and knowing the effects of the medication, I kept a consistent amount of Alka-Seltzer and Tylenol in my system throughout the day. After the initial 0.010 RT at 26.5 pounds, I left the pressure alone and, on the next pass, the “sixty” improved eight thousandths which should have resulted in a 0.002 RT. Instead, I hit a -0.005 redlight.
Based on my standard formula of one pound of front tire air pressure change for each hundredth of a second in Reaction Time change, I dropped the pressure a half-pound to 26.0 to set up for a 0.000 RT; I figured it would be nice to have a "perfect light" on the final day of racing at KCIR. In an eliminations situation, I would never “set up” for a “triple-oh bulb” and rarely adjust the tires by a single half-pound. However, this was testing and this is why we test! On the next pass, (with a virtually identical “sixty”), I caught a -0.003 redlight.
I left the pressure at 26.0 and, on the last pass, hit a 0.006 green light. In all, my RTs never varied more than ten thousandths from the prediction so, as I stated earlier, I considered the test a success.
While I was running, so were Paul and Aaron. They managed to get their Impala SS down into the low fourteen-second range at over 96 mph. Paul also spoke to KCIR manager Bridges in hopes of continuing his “Funeral Director of Drag Racing” reputation and asked if he could make the last pass down the track. Incredibly, Bridges agreed and Paul came up to me just after my last run and said, “It looks like we’ll be the last pair and they’re going to dial us in!”.
The event was scheduled to run from noon until 5:00 PM and, the staging lanes were closed around 4:50 PM. Paul and I sat back and waited for the lanes to empty and I dropped the front tire two pounds to set up for an 0.026 RT. Turning to Paul, I said, “OK. It’s set up for a ‘twenty-six’. All you have to do is beat it!“. With Aaron videotaping the match, Paul and I rolled to the line at 5:19 PM. Because they finished up with cars on slick tires, my Eagles hooked solidly and I launched cleanly. I looked back just in time to see Paul catch an -.032 redlight but he “closed it up at the stripe” to only three thousandths of a second between us. I’d be lying if I said the illumination of the win light didn’t mean a lot to me.
As a matter of record, between the time we pulled into the back of the lanes and the time we staged, several things happened. The wind died…completely. The ambient light went away almost entirely and my “set-up” for an 0.026 RT was compromised by the darkness. The corrected elevation fell almost 150 feet while we sat in the lanes as the sun dropped below the horizon.
For all those changes, I hit another 0.010 RT and the car stepped up to a 17.05/81.55 while Paul “backed into me” with a dead-on 14.523/81.90 in a masterful job of matching the Merc’s pace. I got to the stripe first by 0.003 seconds so Paul, in fact, was the last racer across the stripe in a race at KCIR.
As we stopped at the timeslip booth, Kyle Marcum performed a huge burnout in his green Ford Mustang Super Gasser, backed up, staged and then idled down the KCIR quarter-mile at 47.469 seconds, 21.42 miles per hour, in what was a very emotional final timed run at Kansas City International Raceway.
Paul and I returned to the staging lanes to find a huge group of racers fans and family members out on the starting line hugging and choking back tears. Todd Bridges, whose entire family works at the track, offered to sign our timeslips and posed for photos with us and just about every other person on the property.
And then, it was over.
I had the opportunity to chat with several of KCIR’s drag racing heroes during the afternoon; among them, chassis builder and Pro Mod racer Terry Murphy, second-generation Pro Stock star David Schorr and Top Fuel veteran Dale Wilch all stopped by to visit. All had the same subdued sadness on their faces for a lifetime of memories about to disappear. I talked to many local racers while in the staging lanes and all were still in shock over the loss of such a huge part of their lives. I think the tone of the day was set when I heard the announcement around 4:30 PM that all food at the concession stand was free to everybody until it was gone. For some reason, that really hit home.
For me, it was the end of a thirty-five year relationship with KCIR. I announced many races there over the years beginning when Chuck Harmon owned and operated the track with his wife and a very curious and knowledgeable young son, Charlie. That little kid would go on to become the track owner and operator, an NHRA Division Director and, eventually, the guiding force behind both the National Muscle Car Association and the National Mustang Racers Association. A few hours after I type this, I’ll be heading to Orlando (FL) where I will host the NMCA and NMRA season awards ceremonies for that same little kid, Charlie Harmon, who earned so much pride from his now-departed father.
I announced so many wonderful events at KCIR. From its many AHRA National Events, (traditionally the AHRA Summer Nationals although there were others), to UDRA National Events to NHRA Division V races to NHRA National Opens to Bob Hendryx’s Chevy All-Star Weekends to NMRA/Ford Nationals to just about every conceivable match race and even regular weekly events, we were there in blazing heat, freezing cold, pouring rain and even tornadoes. It was a big part of my life, too.
We pulled out of the gates for the last time and, before the trip home, I put $41.53 worth of gas in my car on Noland Road and Paul would do the same. We stopped at the Noland Road McDonald’s and, between the three of us, ate over twenty dollars worth of food. As we pulled onto I-70, I looked at all the hotels at the Noland Road exit and, from the worst to the best, remembered the dollars we spent to stay for all those three-day weekends. Although the city decided to turn their dragstrip into a park, I can’t say that park will support the community the way WE did.
It was a long drive home.
Next time out, I’ll be hovering at 103 career wins, 141 career finals, 181 career semi-finals and one trillion losses…but Mr. Dirt will never make another run at Kansas City International Raceway.