At 17 I spent my weekends at the drag races,
my boyfriend had a '72 Charger, did 11 seconds in 1/4 mile.
Duel nitrous tanks gave him a boost
went to the state finals, got beat by a Chevy
heard about that for months
the next year didn't place, went anyway
there was that same Chevy, a Camaro,maybe '67?
Anyway, the guy blew his engine in round two.
My boyfriend was happy.
Met Shirley Muldowney at the funny car drags, what a woman! Always loved the smell of the fuel and the busy pit crews, and the beers that the guys would buy for us minors...we would pour it in our pepsi cups then ditch the old pervs...LOL
Very neat. Vivid, smelled burned rubber. Spilled soft drink from the idiot next to me....
okay, he's not an idiot, just a fan.
Not your typical poem, shorter, off the beaten path.
Not kidding---had to be a judge of a beauty contest at one of these shin-digs. Only
reason I said Yes is cause I knew what I was getting myself into, and these young
ladies ended up not being my type, but they brought in the fans....cough..cough...
men! Should have never done it but was single at the time...much younger..why the
heck not? There is more beauty to behold besides a race car and all the condiments
that come with the whole deal.
You would do the same if you had a flyer of your poems outside one of these racing
parks or stadiums, whatever you call em.