The Big Race

The Big Race I qualified for the big race in May; my odds to win were long, They knew I couldn’t win, but I had to run strong. By lap fifty, I’ve moved up to position ten, It’s a very long race, but I still felt I could win. I’m about out of gas, so it’s time to stop, Quickly down pit row, to get every last drop. A sip of water, only thirteen seconds in the pit, I came back on the track, knowing I could win it. I’m at lap 200 and have a good position, This race has become a war of attrition. Next up is number 88; I’ll take him in the turn, Getting pass Jr. is something I’ll have to earn. He throttles down, now we’re nose to nose, I fly by on the inside as this battle really grows. Into third place at the half way point, I was so excited, I could feel it in every joint. We all have to make a stop, so I head back to pit row, A tremendous five car pile up has made the going slow. We are under a caution flag as we circle this oval track, This is an excellent time for me to get water and a little snack. Gordon in the 24 car is next in line, I must take him and Edwards in his 99. At the 550 lap, I pass Gordon at last, Then I got word from my crew, “You’re low on gas.” At the 560 lap, Edwards is still the car to beat, I told my crew “I can win this race, hang on to your seat.” I came up behind Edwards and went high on the right, When I came out the other side; I was number one, what a sight. I drove like a madman the rest of the race, The crew was calling me their number one ace. Then I woke up and I really wondered, Did I just win the Coca Cola 600? ©2008 Lynn B Glover