27/08/2026
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Christine Foster perspective on Sunday's semi finals round
I have struggled to find the words to describe all of the emotions that flowed through my veins after the semifinals on Sunday at the Brainerd Nationals. I've had so many people reach out, check on me, and ask questions about what happened, what I knew, what I was thinking, and what it felt/looked like inside the car.
Before I get into the car, I do what all drivers do. I find my focus, routine, and get in the zone. A big part of that, for me, is prayer. I pray about a lot of things, but two things I ALWAYS pray for are for God to give me a âSound Mindâ and for âChrist to Pilot Me.â A sound mind is one that makes wise decisions and judgments instead of acting out of fear or lack of confidence. I want Christ to pilot me as I pilot this race car because I know I need guidance that only He can provide while driving something as unpredictable as a Top Alcohol Funny Car.
Both of those things unequivocally happened during that semi round. I felt calm as I rolled into the burnout box. I had faith that we would give all we had and whatever was to be, would be. I left the starting line and knew I left first. Chris had run Jake Slator in Del Worshamâs big show car the round before, and he told me I probably wouldnât hear or see him until I was probably 800-900+ feet down the track, as he had just gone 291 MPH against Chris in the previous round. I was getting pretty far down track and still hadnât heard or seen him. I made the 1-2 shift, and then the 2-3 shift, and started thinking maybe we got this round. Then there was a concussion and a flash in the cockpit. It got warm. I knew it was on fire, but I didnât see what you all see in the videos.
A lot of people have asked me if I was afraid, and it feels weird after watching the video (especially the slow-mo from the highlight reel) to say that I wasnât afraid. When the concussion and flash happened, I couldnât see. Oddly enough, I had so much going through my head that it didnât register at that moment. It didnât even worry me. I knew I needed to do a couple things, quickly. I knew I needed to pull the fire bottles, turn the fuel off, and get this thing stopped. I knew I had no chutes at the moment but had to get all of these things done with the same urgency. I recall pushing the fuel shutoff lever on the left side, pulling the fire bottles on the right, and then swiping for the parachute levers up top, each task one at a time, while also keeping it straight and pumping the brakes to get some speed scruffed off, but not too aggressively. I was able to see again in what I imagine was just a second or two. I knew I was not going to make the turnoff and knew I was going to have to take the circle track. I knew I needed to stay low, as I didnât want to get too high on the bank of the track. I was able to do this but had to be aggressive and fight against the pull.
I got out, and it was hard to catch my breath, and I couldnât get my emotions contained. I was FIRED UP. If you know me, you probably know that I donât get hyped that often, but this may have been the most fired up I have ever been in my life. I wonât lie, I felt like I had just conquered a beast. When I got the confirmation that I had just won, it just leveled up the explosion of emotions I was experiencing. Insert expletives here. I was excited, pumped, grateful, proud, and apparently I wanted to tell anyone who has doubted me, âI got thisâ (this is not how I said it, LOL). I struggled to talk and make sense of it all as my thoughts raced and I soaked in the moment, mixed with a little fear that we wouldnât be able to get it turned around. NHRA Safety Safari was on top of it from start to finish, and I can't express my gratitude to them enough.
I got back to my pit, where there were so many people that it was hard to walk through. Talk about feeling grateful and blessed! If you read our other post, you know now that everyone thrashed and got it put back together, only to run into problems leading us to bow out for the final. Normally, I would have been crushed, and donât get me wrong, it hurt, but I felt so grateful to be safe and have all this support that I didnât let it wreck my world. Looking back, I could not be more certain and grateful that my prayers for a sound mind and for Christ to pilot me were answered. I could have panicked, but I didnât. I knew what I needed to do, and I did it. Not because of who I am, but because of who HE IS. I walked away safe, surrounded by people who went to work trying to get me back in that car to take on the final round. We didnât get to leave Brainerd with a Wally, but we didnât leave empty-handed either.
Thank you sincerely to everyone who helped, offered to help, prayed for us, and reached out. Thank you to NHRA for giving us the support and time to try and make the final, and to the Safety Safari team for making sure I was safe and being there to get me the best support and care if I wasn't.
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