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dconnor
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Heh, a buddy sent this to me & I thought it was funny enough to share...
Doug C.
-Ricer Poem-
Twas the night before Rice War'z and caught at the light,
was a black Turbo Regal and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small little motor,
To beat this bad Buick, even with it's jumbo hair blower,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Regal erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, 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 Regal gets traction,
Slamming into second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Top Fuel Dragster wing,
I now hear the roar, of that turbo'd monster gaining,
And all I can do is keep my four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing 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 get smaller,
The driver backs off just enough to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says with a wink,
"You probably won't ever win in that silly, fart-canned thing"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With my new NAWWSSSss tomorrow...it will be a better night.
Doug C.
-Ricer Poem-
Twas the night before Rice War'z and caught at the light,
was a black Turbo Regal and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small little motor,
To beat this bad Buick, even with it's jumbo hair blower,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Regal erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, 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 Regal gets traction,
Slamming into second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Top Fuel Dragster wing,
I now hear the roar, of that turbo'd monster gaining,
And all I can do is keep my four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing 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 get smaller,
The driver backs off just enough to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says with a wink,
"You probably won't ever win in that silly, fart-canned thing"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With my new NAWWSSSss tomorrow...it will be a better night.
