ok well, i know sometime this has prolly come up before, anyhow, ill start, this poem was not written by me, but by one of my dads friends a few yrs back, its a rendition of "twas the night before christmas." haha, i like it so, here it is (btw im not for street racing but, its just a poem) haha, i hate ricers 'Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light, was my ricer and a domestic V8, no cops in sight. I will try, I will try with this small motor, to beat this damn Mustang even with its big blower. As the light goes green and I pull like no joke, the Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke. Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, Now Blitzin, these are the names of my four VTEC pistons. Racing ahead, I'm the star of action, but I know I'm in trouble when that V8 gets traction. Grabbing second I hear the Rpm's sing, my mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing. I now hear the roar of the big monster gaining, all I can do is keep the four-banger straining. In a second the shock wave hits with a blast and my stickers go flying now a thing of the past. Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late, just try to act cool like you can relate. Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller, the driver backs off just to give me a holler... "You can't win them all" he says in fling. "You may not win any, in that silly thing". I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight, with my new mods tomorrow .. it will be a better night.
Here is one I stole out of a mag many years ago. A hot rodder named Dirk Had a stereo put in his Merc. As he went down the street, he kept time with his feet. Dirks' Merc goes jerkity jerk.
I dont remember all of this but it was in Hot Rod or Popular Hot Rodding in the 60s and caused quite a stir after some dude wrote in that his Stock Auto ,Ac equipped Mustang ran 12s. His address was Meadows of Dan. Someone for sure will remember and will have the whole poem. I would guess 65 or such for the year. It was before I had a drivers license (66) and long before any Mustang actually ran 12s stock or otherwise. The Meadows of Dan There once was a man From the Meadows of Dan Had a Mustang with goodies galore Power steering, power brakes and a slush box trans. Air conditioning, Fm and much more ---------------------- ------------------ But still it would run in the twelves he said And with wings it would probably fly. I should remember more but it was so long ago. The flack from his initial letter went on for several issues but this poem was the classic moment. Who has the magazine or remembers? Don
My nightly prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep.....My'40 Ford parked on the street.....If it should roll before I wake.....I pray that God will pull the brake.
LMAO haha i like the 40 ford one, and yes the famous, here i sit broken hearted, tried to shit but only farted hahahah
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