gp poem

i found this while looking at stuff on the internet----

"Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
was a Pontiac GTP and no cops in sight,

I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this black Grand Prix, even with it's Eaton blower,

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The GTP next to me erupts in clouds of front tire smoke,

Now Smasher, now Revver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,

Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that supercharged V6 gets traction,

Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rear view mirror is blocked by my three foot wing,

I now hear the roar, of that supercharged V6 gaining,
It is all I can do to keep this four-banger straining,

In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, all things of the past,

Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,

Looking up at the taillights as they got smaller,
The driver backs off just long enough to give me a holler,

"You can't win them all," he says waving,
"You may not win any at all in that silly little thing"

I smile and revved my four banger as he pulled out of sight,
With my new mods tomorrow... I'm sure it will be a better night."


by: --unknown--

Interesting, really funny...

I Love It!!!!!!!!!!!!