Got plenty of stories from the track involving wanna-bees, novices who were in way over their heads, the afore-mentioned crowd and more - far too much to list here.
One quick story comes to mind, though:
Had a guy putting down my '68 Chevelle all afternoon, stating that his Torino would "tear it apart", "shame me and tame me" and so on. His poor girlfriend (I assume) looked embarassed every time he opened his mouth.
Later, it came down to the door-slammers street event and he finally had his chance to "show me".
We got on the line, squared up and on the green light, I launched hard. I glanced over my shoulder and...nothing. I glance in my mirror and there he was, still sitting at the start line.
It turns out Mr. Awesome stalled it...