There are far more than one for me. Like beating Jimmy Nix, Q-Ball Wales and a few others over the years, but none compare to my very first ride. I was all of 14. My dad had a AA/G Dragster powered by a blown 430 Lincoln. For many reasons (past wrecks, hospital stays, etc) my mom had made him promise he would not drive again. He had a driver after that, but at one race this driver did not show up. He turned to me and said somehing like "well, you up for it?". Shoving my fear to the back of my head I said yes and climed in. That first pass was 140 MPH. The ET I can't remember. My dad never drove again and that driver was told to go away. I was one happy little boy.