Tank-Shift or Suicide-Clutch whatever you want to call it I Fell in L.O.V.E. with T.R.O.G. Our weekend was spent in the company of "The Race of Gentlemen" from Wildwood, New Jersey. This group traveled out west for some Drag Racing Old School. We watched vintage Harley's and Indians and Custom Built Bikes and Hot Rods and Rat Rods go head to head on a 1/8 mile drag strip up against the Pacific Ocean. I was blown away. One right after the other it was non-stop from sun up to sun down. The racing was energizing and dynamic, the grudge matches were electric and even the SBPD joined in the race. I can't stop smiling.