Down To the Bottom of Barregarrow
Past the crossroads the road dives down
Full throttle impetus now a projection through space
Past the White Chapel a hundred and twenty miles an hour
Wheels skimming dancing barely touching the ground
Skill and nerve enhanced with gravities pull
This a test of a man to do his best
Dedicated to all the riders competing this week in the Isle of Man TT races.
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010
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