Special Schedule News!!

Take a ride in our new 3 seat Big Block Chevy powered dragster!

Get suited up in the proper safety equipment (supplied by us). We will belt you into this 800 hp Monster and take you for the ride of your life. Experience the long smokey burnout and the G-Forces generated when leaving the starting line. You will be wondering why you have not "been here before". It is the perfect gift idea, Contact Us now for dates and locations that you can schedule a ride for yourself and that special someone!!

At each featured Outlaw Door Slammer Series event - Roy Hill's Drag Racing School will hold a one day school and experience for everyone the Friday prior to an event at each track. Fans or racers can participate. Race a sleek new Mustang, get a ride in a dragster or combine the two for Roy's exciting Ride N' Drive program. Racers can bring their own car and have Roy help them fine tune their car for the big Outlaw Door Slammer event through a unique 1 day school. If the demand is there Roy will be available for schools on Monday as well. 

Roy Hill's Drag Racing School, 4926 Walker Mill Road, Sophia, North Carolina 27350 - NHRA / IHRA License, Pro Stock Racing, Super Comp Racing, Bracket Racing, Jr Dragster Racing, Crew Chief, Engine Schools and more...

2010 UPCOMING SCHEDULE

You Know You are a Drag Racer if …

You have two dogs at home named "Snake" and "Mongoose."

You want to have kids just so you can run a Jr. Dragster.

You know more about a driver's career than his wife does.

Your weed whacker was blueprinted by Keith Black.

You put a 60-foot launchpad in your backyard instead of a pool.

After your garage door opens, you "stage" and wait on the Tree before pulling out.

After one pass around the yard on your lawn mower, you read the plug and "fatten 'er up."

During the winter, you roll the windows down just to smell the tire smoke from skidding tires.

You can't remember your spouse's birthday, but you know the e.t. and speed records in every Professional class.

You think the purpose of wings is to prevent flight.

You catch yourself saying, "I wish stoplights would flash yellow before they  turn green so I could get a better reaction time."

You know Hookers are headers.

You memorize the Summit and Jegs catalogs so you can build your dream car in your mind when you're bored.

"Going to the lanes" means getting ready to race, not going to roll some stupid heavy ball down a wood floor to knock down pins.

Your home page is set at NHRA.com.

When introducing your family, you refer to them as your "crewmembers."

You see burnout marks in the pavement and try to determine how serious a car it was by the length and width of the stripes. Then you say, "I coulda done better."

You refer to a cold day as "fast air."

While you're squirting dish soap in the sink, you're thinking about priming the injector.

When you joined AARP, you got mad because they didn't send you a pin, a patch, a rule book, or 48 issues of anything.

You talk in your sleep, and your wife wakes you up in the middle of the night and wants to know who Shirley and Connie are.

You describe someone who's upset as being "on the chip" or "on the tire."

You use the emergency-brake handle as the "hand brake" while inching up at a stoplight, pretending you're staging.

You send a monthly letter to the city council asking it to move the traffic lights to street level because looking up is messing up your reaction time.

Your wife and kids report you "missing" 24 times a year.

You are more enthusiastic about getting your National DRAGSTER in the mail than a check.

You don't know Richard Nixon was from Yorba Linda, Calif., but you do know John Force is.

You'll spend $300 for a single slick, but you won't spend more than $150 for all four new tires on your commuter.

You run your commuter tires at 6psi.

You have a shift light in your minivan.

You call the freeway off-ramp the "shutdown area."

While you're shopping for underwear, you find yourself looking for an SFI tag.

You know that all the things they claimed to do to that car in Grease can't really be done at the same time.

You have a CD mix of car songs, including "409," "Little Deuce Coupe," and "Shutdown."

You honk and give a thumbs-up to any other car on the road sporting an NHRA Member sticker.

You drive 350 miles to your sister's just because there is a dragstrip 20 miles from her house.

You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses or check out cars.

When something falls off your car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.

You bought a race car before buying a house.

You're looking for a tow vehicle and still haven't bought furniture.

You have enough spare parts to build another car.

More than one racer-supply store recognizes your voice and greets you by name when you call.

You save broken car parts as "mementos."

You've found that your lawn mower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas (but doesn't particularly care for alcohol).

Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have time slips.

After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on vacation, she answers, "Why, is there a race there?"

You are the type of person who goes postal when you have to sit in a traffic jam for more than five minutes, yet  you can spend five hours in the staging lanes.

When someone asks your weight, you tell them the weight of your car with and without a driver.

You use racing fuel as an aftershave.

During the off-season, you sit in the race car making engine sounds and pretending to shift gears.

You take an old tire off of one of the many cars in your yard, then proceed to take a torch to it and inhale the tire smoke.

You go to the dragstrip on your first date; true love would be if she suggested it. That's when you find an old beer-tap ring and propose.

Your wife says she's expecting and you think that it means she expects you to win the next round.

You can find your way to any dragstrip but get lost going to your in-laws.

You know that POWERade is a drink and not a new kitchen appliance.

You know that "breakout" refers to a car running quicker than its dial-in time and not a prison escape.

You refer to a "diaper" as an absorbent blanket used to contain oil and parts in case of a blown engine, not something you put on a baby even though they both contain similar stuff.

E.T. to you means elapsed time, not extraterrestrial.

You know that weight transfer refers to the front end lifting, causing weight to be transferred to the rear wheels, not a new-wave diet.

You use 10w40 engine oil for bath oil.