Talk about absolute and total sheer panic setting in in a nano second. You should have been with us at the CHHR for the cacklefest. I damn near thought I would have a stroke before it was over. All started out great. We pushed the G-Hopper into the staging lanes with the newely finished 1959 Ford Ranchero push car along with the other 105 cars and were having a blast. Most of the California crowd love the G-Hopper and Gretchen and they loved the period correct Ranchero also, so many pictures were taken and much BSing was had by all. The parade went fine. The Ranchero slowly pushed the G-Hopper down the track for all to see and admire. The announcer did a great job and even announced that it was Gretchen's birthday. The G-Hopper arrived in the push start lane at the end of the track side by side with many other beautiful cars. She was the only MEL powered car there... She waited her turn to push down and start up. The waiitng should have been around 45 minutes. All good so far. Then it happened. The Ranchero died!!!!!! She was sitting there idling just fine waiting to push down. But, she simply stopped running and was not about to start up again. Something was badly amiss with the iginition system. After many excrutiating minutes trying to figure it out, the alarm was sounded by Ed. PANIC set in quickly now. Holy shit, we had come all this way only to get this close and no cigar. I was down at the starting line awaiting the car to arrive so I could line her up. Ed called on the cell phone...."THE F&*%$n&ng RANCHERO DIED and WILL NOT start. I have sent Stephen to get the Dodge & the extra push bar". I ran as fast as I could for an old guy to the pits, damn near having a stroke, met Stephen, grabbed the push bar. You gotta be shitting me!!!!!!...where are the freaking keys to the Dodge, now having another stroke.... Finally after what seemed like an hour, we found the keys, took the Dodge and sped through the pits back row and to the end of the strip. Some NHRA guy tried his best to stop us saying we can't go there,,yada yada yada, safety something,,we damn near ran over him and kept going. We arrived at the scene. Ed and Vicky, now in absolute total panic mode, had already pushed the Ranchero out of the way and was looking for help. I pulled the Dodge up, we installed the push bar and moved the Gizzle Hopper back into line. Our panic meters were pegged, but began to move left now. We had avereted a total disaster. Meanwhile Gretchen was sitting in the car all this time all strapped in refusing to give an inch to the NHRA guys saying "ya gotta move out of the way". She refused saying "don't worry, the GizzleHopper gang, will figure this out" and she never moved an inch even though her panic meter was pegged out as well. Good girl.......... Bottom line, we got her done and the rest is history . Now, I just need to go to my heart Dr. and get checked over for any damage.