Meet the 2000bhp road-legal dragsters
TG hitches a ride in cars that do 200mph on the strip, then hit the local petrol station to fill up on unleaded
Posted: 27 Feb 2014
Tanks filled, we exit the petrol station like good, law-abiding citizens... without so much as a squeak of tyres. I'm still trundling along at the head of the convoy in the big bad Mercury when John threads the car around a roundabout and the headlamps pick out a very straight and very empty stretch of road. He hits the accelerator. The Comet squats down on its rump and flings itself forward. My head flies back as the car's nose reaches for the sky. My buttocks clench, but, alas, generate little grip on the slidey carbon-fibre seat.
The rear of the car does a little wiggle and, a second later, we've leapt a distance that just cannot possibly have been covered in so short a time. John eases off the throttle. "So just how..." - I clear my throat in an attempt to find a lower, somewhat less castrato-like octave - "...far did you press the accelerator there, then, John?" John doesn't say anything. He just holds up his left hand with his thumb and index finger about two millimetres apart.