I finally have a chance to start my blogging. I will start off by telling you a little bit about myself and how I got started in drag racing.
My name is Jennifer. I am 28 years old and I live in Mechanicsville, Maryland. I am an only child. I have been around drag racing since I was born. My dad has been racing since he was a teenager and he is the one that got me interested in the sport. My mom and dad started taking me to the racetrack when I was just a few weeks old and I have been going ever since.
Being at the racetrack has always been my favorite pass time. Going through school I never really had alot of girly friends. Most of my friends have always been guys because the girls never understood why I liked drag racing so much. Most girls do not like to get dirty or break a nail and that is far from how I am. I have never been a girly girl and honestly I probably never will be.
I always told my parents that when I grew up I wanted to drive a racecar. My parents never told me that I couldn't but they told me that racing was not all about driving. I had to learn how to work on the cars before I could drive them. So when I was about 9 or 10 my dad made me start working on the cars with him. I started out just watching and learning what the different tools were. Then I became the tool girl. When he would work on the car I would help out and get tools for him. After a while I started helping him work on the car.
I was always there to watch my dad work on the cars and tried to learn as much as I could. It seemed like forever but the day came when I got my driver's license. As soon as that day came I told my dad that I was ready to race. He said ok but you have to start out at the bottom and work your way to the top. Meaning that I had to start out driving a slow car and work my way up to the faster cars. In the beginning I thought that I would be able to just get in and drive anything. I always told my dad that one day I wanted to drive a dragster and he would just giggle and say maybe one day we will see. My goal was to one day drive a dragster and I was going to prove to him that I was capable of doing that by starting out with a slow car and moving up. So thats what I did.
The first car that I ever raced down the track was the car that I drove on the street everday. A 1990 Chevy Beretta. I raced that a few weekends on Friday nights. In the Beretta I went 17 seconds @ 75 mph in the quarter mile. Once I showed my dad that I could do it I advanced through the years to faster cars. The cars that I drove to get me where I am today are...
A friends 1970 Chevy Nova..I went 13 seconds @ 100 mph in the quarter mile
My dads 1969 Chevy Camaro...12.30 seconds @ 108 mph in the quarter mile
My boyfriend at the time 1969 Chevy Camaro...11 seconds @ 120 mph in the quarter mile
My dads 1966 Chevy II...10.20 seconds @ 128 mph in the quarter mile
My dads 1994 Chevy Beretta...9.60 seconds @ 138 mph in the quarter mile
My dads 2005 S & W Dragster...8.20 seconds @ 157 mph in the quarter mile.
As you can see over the last few years I have achieved what I always told my dad I wanted to do since I was a little girl....I was able to drive a dragster and the best part I was able to drive MY DADS dragster.
I am done for tonight. I have to get my kids to bed. In my next blog I pick up where I left off and tell you what I am racing now and a little more about my life.
