Oh Lord, as I take the wheel of this man-made machine, may I be fully aware of the tremendous responsibility intrusted to me.
Let me not for one moment forget that there are men racing today, and help me to realize that in some small way I am responsible for their lives as well as my own.
Do not permit me to yield to that desire to win at the expense of my fellow driver, but to bring into play the skills and years of experience that will set me apart from those who foolishly believe that limited knowledge and guts is all that’s needed to become a victor.
Oh God, let not the desire for more speed warp my judgment for fear that my greed may cost a fellow driver his life.
Help me to drive according to the rules, and if it is "Thy Will" that I enter the victory circle, let me be content in the knowledge that I drove a good race to the best of my ability. Instill in me the satisfaction of knowing that "Thou Are" with me each time I race and if it is according to "Thy Will" I will race again depending on "Divine Guidance" with each turn of the wheel.
When that day comes when I can race no more, I will accept my fate and offer a prayer of thanks for being remembered as a gentleman race driver who practices the "Golden Rule" of auto racing.
"RESPECT YOUR FELLOW DRIVERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM RESPECT YOU."
A Driver’s Dream
42 cars lined up, side by side,
Everyone waiting for that green flag to fly.
The pace car pulls in & everyone knows,
Now is the time to start the show.
The green flag flies & the engines roar,
Racin’ down the track, door to door.
Into turn one, & out of turn two,
Everyone looking for that all important groove.
Down the backstretch, your spotter yells clear,
You shoot down low, without a fear.
You come close to the wall, out of turn four,
Then you start drafting, trying to gain even more.
The flagman waves yellow, for the car in the wall,
Four tires & gas, and you’re ready to haul.
A few more laps & it’s almost done,
Then the white, which means there’s just one.
You see the leader, who went too hard into three,
You took it low, now you’re in the lead.
You grab the checkered, & give them a wave,
Now your dreams have come true, you’re in Victory Lane.
Heading Towards The Front
Anxiously waiting your shot at the pole
You go the high draw, you’re the last one to go.
25 spots have been determined so far
Now starts the bumping with every new car.
You’ve run the car through the inspection line
Just hoping it’s right & you get fast time.
The crew’s worked hard on the setup all day
Making sure the car will run exactly your way.
They’ve adjusted the wedge & stiffened the shocks
Just so you have your very best shot.
Your turn has come & you strap yourself in
Knowing that this could help your guys win.
You go out on the track & start picking up speed
Waiting for the flagman to throw out the green.
You cross the line & they start the clock
Knowing you’ve given it your very best shot.
You go low into one & speed out of turn two
Then move on up to get the best groove.
Into turn three & out of turn four
You punch the gas & hear the crowd roar.
Your crew tells you what you feel in your soul
Your car was just right & you grabbed the pole.
I’m The Other Guy
I’m the "other" guy, the one not always seen,
I usually start in the back, my driving’s not always keen,
I work as hard as the rest, sweat dripping from my brow,
But, I haven’t taken my first win yet, I guess my "time" isn’t now.
I don’t drive a big rig, but I am very proud,
I know my fans are few, but they are faithfully in the crowd.
Working a 10-hour day, I come home to put in 4 more,
I must get the car ready, I’m exhausted, but under the car on the floor.
I can not pay my pit crew, they do it for the fun,
These guys are the best, they stick with me, although I have not won.
5 nights a week, making sure all the nuts are tight,
For I have a dream that keeps me going, I always keep it in sight.
At the track, we watch as "they" drive in,
Very proud of my truck & small trailer, big rigs don’t help you win.
I watch as "they" unload the car, they don’t look my way,
As I pass them at the driver’s meeting, to me, they don’t have much to say.
I think, "Someday, I will be up there" & then they will look,
Then they will remember, the hand of mine they shook.
All the cars enter the track, we all really look the same,
More experience, more money, they have what you need to play the game.
I race them on the track, I do the best I can,
I realize that the crowd is watching, the one in front that ran.
But I don’t give up, just because I’m not first to cross the line,
I know deep in my heart, one night will be "mine".
I’m not going to give up, for this game I like to play,
Doing what I love, they can’t take that away.
My car is not winning yet, not as fast as their’s flies,
But anyone taking a checkered flag, is a winner in my eyes.
The Night Before Raceday
T’was the night before raceday & all thru the track,
Not a motor was rumbling, nor even an impact.
All the tires were stacked by the hauler with care,
In hope that St. Earl soon would be there.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A gigantic water truck & track packing gear.
An experienced blademan, so lively & wise,
I knew in a moment it was no disguise.
And more rapid than hot laps, his drivers all came
As he shouted, "on Moyer & Kinser" & each driver’s name.
And so up to the high banks, the drivers soon flew,
With the cars full of fuel & St. Earl, too.
Down the front straight he came with a leap & bound,
He was covered in dirt & slid all around.
He spoke few words, but went right to his job,
And graded the race track to the cheers of the mob.
After watering the track & making sure it was right,
He ordered his elf crew to pack it in tight.
His job was now done at this palace of speed,
Up the high banks he rose with a toot of his horn as he left the track in his trusty old steed.
But I heard him say, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry racing to all & to all a goodnight!!"