The satisfying sight and smell of burning rubber streaked across the start line after the burnout; a sticky layer of rubber between the tyres and the tarmac. The flames, ni
tro fumes and thump of every cylinder as the car returns to the start line. First the staging lights, ready to go; yellow, green; the deafening explosion of 3,000 + bhp launching its way down the track, 0-100 mph in a second, the car twitches and skates as the driver struggles to keep it in a straight line. It's no easy ride, covering the quarter mile in under 7 seconds at 200 mph. It's the loudest, most exhilarating motor sport You can experience. That's The Mob's 
definition of drag racing. Only seeing is
believing....
tro fumes and thump of every cylinder as the car returns to the start line. First the staging lights, ready to go; yellow, green; the deafening explosion of 3,000 + bhp launching its way down the track, 0-100 mph in a second, the car twitches and skates as the driver struggles to keep it in a straight line. It's no easy ride, covering the quarter mile in under 7 seconds at 200 mph. It's the loudest, most exhilarating motor sport You can experience. That's The Mob's 
definition of drag racing. Only seeing is
believing.... 
