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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

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