Firepunk’s Seventy2Fast Steals the Show at UCC 2026

The Inside Scoop on Firepunk’s Latest Motorsports Class

The Ultimate Callout Challenge is already a sensory overload. You’ve got trucks on the dyno trying to rip the rollers off of the trailer, drag trucks making passes on the track, people and golf carts everywhere, smoke, noise, vendors, crews thrashing in the pits, and about 40 different things happening at the same time. It’s the biggest diesel motorsports event of the year for a reason. But at UCC 2026, there was one class that kept pulling people back toward the drag strip, and that class was Seventy2Fast.  Honestly, it makes sense as to why.

What a ridiculously awesome idea. Take a bunch of diesel guys, put them in a heads-up, grudge-race-feeling class, limit them all to the same 72 mm VS Racing turbo, take away nitrous and timeslips, throw $70,000 at the winner, and let them sort it out on the starting line. That’s not some polished little sideshow. That’s diesel racing with a pulse, and its heart is beating strongly.

The hype around Seventy2Fast was real before a truck ever staged in the lanes. Lavon Miller and the Firepunk crew pushed this thing hard, and to their credit, they backed it up. Lavon knows how to make racing feel like a show without making it feel fake, and that’s the difference. Anybody can post a payout number and call it exciting. Firepunk made the class feel like something you needed to see.

A big part of that was the way the class was set up at the track. The Seventy2Fast trucks pitted down the return road, so every time they headed for the staging lanes, they rolled right past the grandstands. It turned into this accidental parade of bad decisions and better execution. You’d be standing there half-watching something else, and then here came the next stack of trucks creeping by with Seventy2Fast decals across the windshield. Suddenly everyone knew what was about to happen.

The stands filled up, the safety barriers were lined up, and people packed in wherever they could see. Not because someone told them to, but because the racing was actually worth watching.

That’s what made the whole thing work. Seventy2Fast wasn’t just fast trucks making passes, either. It had that old-school grudge racing feel where every pair mattered because nobody really knew what was about to happen. Heads-up racing, instant green, chip draw pairings, not a single timeslip, and a whole lot of drama along the way. Every time the tree lit up, somebody was going home, and that’ll get people’s attention in a hurry.

The rules were simple enough for fans to understand but tight enough to make the racers work. Everybody was on the same 72 mm VS Racing turbo. Diesel fuel only. No nitrous. Minimum weight of 6,000 pounds. Air-to-air intercooler and stock engine management. In other words, you couldn’t just show up with the biggest checkbook, the angriest turbocharger, and enough nitrous to make the moon nervous of incoming pistons. You had to actually race the thing.

That’s where Seventy2Fast hit different. It made the drivers, the setup, and the testing matter. Converters, suspension, weight, track reads, staging, reaction time—all of it got put back on the table. When everyone’s trying to breathe through the same turbo, the advantage isn’t just horsepower anymore. It’s how well the whole truck works and how badly the person in the seat wants it.

It was, in a way, beautifully simple. Sure, there was some drama, some kinks to work out, and a few things that needed attention along the way, but name one racing series that nailed it to perfection the first time out of the gate. Heck, you could argue there are still organizations that are ironing out some rough patches today. The point is the racing was incredible, the vibes were immaculate, and the event was largely a success.

And then, to make the story even better, Matthew Parker won the whole thing.

This isn’t a Matthew Parker feature, but you can’t talk about Seventy2Fast at UCC 2026 without smiling a little at how that ended. Parker wasn’t some guy who just rolled in with a turn-key checkbook truck and collected the bag. He put in work—REAL work. Parker didn’t luck into that win, either. Long before the truck ever rolled into the lanes at UCC, he was putting in the kind of work this class was built to reward. He was in the shop making changes, solving problems, fabricating parts, testing, learning the truck, and getting himself licensed to drive it. It wasn’t some polished, drop-off-and-pick-up race program. It was Parker and a few buddies putting hands on the truck and figuring it out one step at a time.

That’s the kind of winner this class deserved, though: a guy who built it, fixed it, tested it, and showed up ready to swing. That’s not just cool because he won; it’s cool because it proved the whole idea had teeth. Seventy2Fast was supposed to reward the racers who prepared, adapted, drove well, and made the most of the rulebook; then one of those guys went out and won the biggest check in the class. That’s pretty hard not to love.

Seventy2Fast worked because it felt real. It didn’t feel like a corporate racing product cooked up in a conference room. It felt like a bunch of diesel racers got handed a rulebook, a big check, and just enough chaos to make everybody nervous. It was authentic drag racing—loud, tense, a little unpredictable, and fun as hell to watch.

And by the end of the weekend, it felt pretty obvious. Seventy2Fast didn’t just randomly appear at UCC 2026. It showed up ready to party.

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