Nascar Wild Man Willy

The speedometer busted sixty, motor screaming r r r s, Smoked his firestones weavin’ and passin’ cars! He slammed third dumped the clutch and headed north, At a hundred five, he hit the highway and found fourth… The smell of burning rubber filled the cab, He pressed pedal to the metal for all she had! Turbo screamed, the engine roared! G,s pressed him to the back seat board, He couldn't go on, His strength was gone! His muscles stretched and ached, How much more could he take!? His only fan totally enthralled Gears grinding,..engine stalled He couldn't help it...his eyelids dropped like lead! Dad hugged him out of his Big Wheels and said, ”Wild Man Willy, my son..it’s time for bed. “…