A. Hakan Tuncer from Turkey I didn't know anything about Houston Drag Racing before I had been there. I had only watched races on TV. Before going into the stadium, I heard an incredible sound. It was great. Some of the car alarms went off in the parking area. There were many cars of different styles in the arena, and some of them were old cars like a 56 Oldsmobile, for example. A 1971 Volkswagen was another old, classic car that won one of the races. It was crazy. These cars were re-engined cars with very powerful engines. The cars which we drive on the streets are much less powerful, so it can easily be seen that there is a big difference between the power of cars. It's generally impossible to drive these cars on the streets because these are prepared just for these kinds of races. Also, they were in different colours; some of them were black like Batman's car. For example, there was a drawing on a car in the fourth race which was like a thunderbird. At the race, I had to wear ear plugs because if you didn't, you could have ear problems. But I was happy to be there and touch them. It was unbelievable. They were alive. There were many, many cars that raced in the arena. I touched them, took pictures of them, and talked to the service officers of the cars. Many of them have been working more than ten years. They are still living in the big RVs. An announcer gave information about the cars and drivers at the race. One of of the drivers was an old woman who was more than 60 years old, and she won as I remember. Although it seemed dangerous, all security and emergency services were there and waited until the end of the race. In addition, many special trucks were smoothing the base of roads in the arena every half an hour. Thus, I was there, and I felt the power of the machines. I wish I could be one of the drivers at the race.
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