Race Car

Race Car The driver is one with the machine. Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning. A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road. Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor. Need for speed while the tires grip every turn. What a rush to fly by while the oil burns. This is the life of a man in a locomotive. With torque the gears turn crank down shift. Racing down the speedway on a straight away. Man and machine compete to win the race. Just one more lap through the trees down the road. The checkered flag is just a mile to go. Drifting around the corner. Why do race car drivers drink milk when it’s over? Under the sun the engine is on fire. Pass by all the slow pokes with power. Just like a spark plug the lightning keeps striking. Like a racehorse, it charges to keep on fighting. Driving fast is like having the feeling of being free. Just you and your car, this is the way it has to be.