I bought my house in late 1984 and got married in 85 or 86. She wanted to try racing so a buddy of mine was building a big block 68 barracuda and had a purple 1970 duster. He needed a converter and a bunch of parts so we traded parts and cash for his roller duster. My buddy built me a street strip type 727 and a built a 340 with some heads I touched up and a .590 solid lifter cam. That thing loved 7000 rpm so she had to work so I took it to a test n tune and ran 12.20’s. I towed my car and she drive the next Sunday and her first pass she went 15.50. Then a 15.20 so I ran up to where the “Heavy class” 12.99-14.99 parked and asked what was going on and if she was shifting at the 7000 rpm I told her. I was ordered to just go race my car and we changed her class to trophy since she was to slow for heavy. She won a couple rounds and a trophy so that night we went out on the expressway and I told her to make a pass. Then I made a pass showing the difference 7000rpm made. So then she made a pass and said wholly @@@@. The next week she was running 12.20’s. Her very last pass was when she was 6 months pregnant with Matt my now 35 year old. She never raced again. Years later Matt striped the car and I primered it. I gave it to him a couple years later. Purple car making a pass was my EX.