The Christmas Eve Race!

The Christmas Eve Race!

From a "Ricer's" View:
"Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a Supercharged t-bird and no cops in sight,

I will try, I will try, I will try with this small little motor,
To beat this Thunderbird, even with it's big blower.

As light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Thunderbird 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 the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that SC gets traction.

Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rearview mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing.

I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining.
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining.

In a second, the shockwave 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."


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From the SC Drivers View:
T'was the night before Christmas, and at the red light,
was my supercharged t-bird, and not a cop was in sight.

The temptation was there, to smoke-um with pride,
when a little red ricer, pulled up right beside.

He looked at me funny, like he thought he could win.
I was gunna make money, so I sneered, and I grinned.

The light changed to green, and I smiled with glee,
as the ricer took off, I knew he couldn't see.

I'd try to refrain from smokin' up the cool night,
But I just couldn't do it, and it really felt right.

As I reached back for second then up into third,
I just knew this red ricer, must be laying a turd.

We went down the street flyin', and grabin' the gears,
and four short blocks later, he was behind by two years.

From forth came the notion, I'd already won,
he had not a chance, no, not even one!

When all of the sudden, from out of the night,
came from one block ahead, a flashing red light.

I got on the brakes to see what was up,
Then made a quick turn, "Oh crap" it's a cop!

I turned off the headlights, then dissolved into the night.
I'd made a quick exit, there'd be no bragging tonight.

It would wait 'til tomorrow, when I'd tell it to friends,
I beat the red ricer, and a big ticket again.
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Good Times Good Times!

Not mine either.