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Fast Tracks and Fairy Tales RACIN STUFF
2008 Sprint Cup Season to begin Shortly
Twas the night before Daytona
From the Book Fast Tracks and Fairy Tales
By Cheryl Stemple
Twas the night before Daytona
And all through the pits
Not a Crew Chief was screaming
No crews having fits
The pit boxes were sitting
all stocked for the race
In hopes that their driver
would be setting the pace
The drivers were nestled
all snug in the beds
While visions of Victory lane
danced in their heads
My owner in his jammies,
and I in my cap
Had just settled in for
a brief race night nap
When out on the track
there arose such a noise
I sprang from my spot
thinking it was some of the boys
Away to the garage I flew like a flash
knocking over some tires
in my full sprinting dash
The lights of the speedway
shone bright on the track
The legends of racing all
came flooding back
When what to my sleep filled
eyes did appear
But a black number 3,
on 4 new goodyears
With a hard charging driver, who still had the knack
I knew in a moment The Intimidator was back
More rapid than pace laps this old driver flew
And he called all the drivers the old and the new
Now Kasey! Now Jr ! Now Rusty and Kurt,
On Jimmy, On D.J. On Mikey and Jeff
To the tops of the high banks up close to the wall
Get in line boys, get in the draft all.
As a fan’s heart beats rapidly before the green flag flys
Or a driver’s heart pounds, as his car takes for the sky
So to the garage the black Goodwrench car flew
With a car full of parts and the Intimidator too.
An then from the silence I heard fire up
Every engine of the cars in Nextel Cup.
As I took a deep breath and was turning around
Out of the car Dale came with a bound
He was dressed in his fire-suit, with a smile on his face
I knew right away he had somewhere to race
A bundle of parts he held tight in his hands
He grinned as he stood and glanced at the stands
He spoke not a word, but went right to work
Put all the parts on the pit box and turned with a jerk
And laying a finger beside his mustache
He said with a grin “hey now I must dash”
He slid in the car, and fired her up
The noise was so loud it caused me to jump,
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
“Victory lane is waitin boys, hope your set up is right”
From the Book Fast Tracks and Fairy Tales
By Cheryl Stemple
Twas the night before Daytona
And all through the pits
Not a Crew Chief was screaming
No crews having fits
The pit boxes were sitting
all stocked for the race
In hopes that their driver
would be setting the pace
The drivers were nestled
all snug in the beds
While visions of Victory lane
danced in their heads
My owner in his jammies,
and I in my cap
Had just settled in for
a brief race night nap
When out on the track
there arose such a noise
I sprang from my spot
thinking it was some of the boys
Away to the garage I flew like a flash
knocking over some tires
in my full sprinting dash
The lights of the speedway
shone bright on the track
The legends of racing all
came flooding back
When what to my sleep filled
eyes did appear
But a black number 3,
on 4 new goodyears
With a hard charging driver, who still had the knack
I knew in a moment The Intimidator was back
More rapid than pace laps this old driver flew
And he called all the drivers the old and the new
Now Kasey! Now Jr ! Now Rusty and Kurt,
On Jimmy, On D.J. On Mikey and Jeff
To the tops of the high banks up close to the wall
Get in line boys, get in the draft all.
As a fan’s heart beats rapidly before the green flag flys
Or a driver’s heart pounds, as his car takes for the sky
So to the garage the black Goodwrench car flew
With a car full of parts and the Intimidator too.
An then from the silence I heard fire up
Every engine of the cars in Nextel Cup.
As I took a deep breath and was turning around
Out of the car Dale came with a bound
He was dressed in his fire-suit, with a smile on his face
I knew right away he had somewhere to race
A bundle of parts he held tight in his hands
He grinned as he stood and glanced at the stands
He spoke not a word, but went right to work
Put all the parts on the pit box and turned with a jerk
And laying a finger beside his mustache
He said with a grin “hey now I must dash”
He slid in the car, and fired her up
The noise was so loud it caused me to jump,
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
“Victory lane is waitin boys, hope your set up is right”