From my Grand Prix family.... Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light was a Pontiac GTP no cops in sight, I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor, to beat this black Grand Prix, even with its Eaton blower, As the light goes green and I pulled like no joke, The GTP next to me erupts in a cloud of front tire smoke, Now Smasher, now Revver, now Stroker, now Blitzen, These are the names of my four VTEC pistons, Racing ahead Im the star of the action, But I know Im in trouble when that supercharged V6 gets traction, Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing, my rearview mirror is blocked by my three foot wing, I now hear the roar, of that supercharged V6 gaining, It is all I can do to keep this four-banger straining, In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast, And my stickers go flying now, all things of the past, Dont bother with third, cause now its too late, Just try to act cool, like you can relate, Looking up at the taillights as they got smaller, The driver backs off just long enough to give me a holler, You cant win them all, he says waving, You may not win any at all in that silly little thing, I smile and revved my four-banger as he pulled out of sight, With my new R stickers on tomorrow.....Im sure it will be a better night.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:31:24 +0000
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