<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpxgz6aRPpHJ-kqMBHg3i-TDQIhclCfucOhQLIYevqFrboXlw1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Chris Anderson </span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>-9:59<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>-Open and All<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Chris moved his Supra to the starting line with little fanfare, his mind now focused on the course ahead. He didn't know the competition which was in truth, nothing new, however he knew amongst them would be the usual range, those with more money than sense, those with cars beyond their capabilities and the predators, the ones who had talent and the cars to match that talent, that was where his competition lay, but there was danger in all the drivers , there was not enough racing line and too many drivers wanting it.<br/><br/>If the truth be told Chris ran the dead start only slightly more times than the quarter mile, which was to say rarely, the quarter mile was not his strength and he only raced it when his competition comprised idiots who had seen Fast and Furious too many times. The dead start, well that was aptly named , Chris had seen too many dead bodies for his liking and all had been young dumb and racing the dead start, yet here he was at the line , to win definitely but to learn..to learn the track at race speed because the next race , the time trial , that was Rally and Chris had raced in every time trail he could find.<br/><br/>He had butterflys waiting, a good sign...he hoped.