If you’ve never experienced a 10-second quarter-mile car, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever encountered. With my helmet on, braced against the headrest, my on-board two-way radio was useless over the blap, blap, blap of the open headers just below our feet. We dipped into the water—front, then rear tires—engaged the linelock to apply only the front brakes, and a moment later, the engine roared and the slicks produced an entire cloud bank of thick, white smoke through one, two, release the brakes, and three gears. The driver later said the tires only require a two-gear burnout to get them sticky, but the cameras love the extra drama. He put the car in reverse, and with one throttle blip, we were coasting back the 50 yards we had just traveled, blap-blapping…