All the other pages on this site are dedicated to the history and heritage of the Fuel Altered.

In this part of the Awful Awful Fuel Altereds site, we track what is happening now, not what once was.

The power of Tyrannosaurus Rex, the speed and violence of a Velociraptor.

Some of you will run screaming from the room, yelling "they look like mutant bastard funny cars", or "That ain't Wild Willie".

True. They do, and it ain't.

But fuel altereds have always been mutant bastards. They're like cockroaches, they will survive nuclear war.

As long as they've got nitro in the tank, a pre-48 body, and no fenders or doors, and make big fire, shake the ground, and dive and dart from centerline to guardrail, they continue to be the baddest actors on the planet.

Enough of this, you've seen where they've been, now see where they're going.

Weak sucks, they're not.

And if you think you're gonna get sick, click the arrow to take you back to that warm, comfortable womb of the past...

But remember, it'll take one big-ass meteor to kill 'em.