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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What's happened to racing today? Real racing, not a smart TV app. I fear the end is not far away. Who will drive that last victory lap? No more battles behind the wheel. A new generation is coming along. Internet racing replacing the real. To think virtual is real is just wrong. Cars built for a purpose. Built by their own drivers to drive. To the junkyard for the basics. Then built for the win and high five. Dirt cars are where it started. Dirt cars are where it will end. Everything else now ruled by money. Everything else, just racing pretend. Nascar is killing the sport. They've forgotten what racing's about. No one cares who's their next star. They go straight to the camera and pout. Formula One, about the dollar. Mega yachts and the Swiss chateaux. Elites and hot pants in the owner's box. No one watching the racing below. Electric cars, oh no no no. Humming engines just not the same. V-8 noise is a glorious sound. Silent is just boring and lame. Drivers battled on the track. What's inside, always revealed. It added to the drama and strife. Now Twitter is the new battlefield. Racing today is just business. Everyone is just an employee. Working from nine to five. Not racing, I think we all can agree. When will the last checkered wave? I don't think it's too far away. Who will take that last victory lap? Will the new kids care anyway? Bring back the roots of the sport. Driver and car was all that mattered. No cameras, just living for the win. Smiling, while bruised and battered, R. S. Morris
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