Pubber of the Year ... 2016

Kind of a Drag (Richard Higley)

Kind of a Drag

A rhythmic rumble shakes my seat,

My body closed in tight.

1000 horses paw the ground,

Each ready to take flight.

Constrained by brake and clutch pedals,

They're revving up to roar,

With sound so loud it's heard for miles,

Makes motor head hearts soar.

I sit the line like Don "The Snake,

Wait for the Christmas green.

When it falls then my best hope's

To get the hole shot clean.

I've scuffed the tires and lit the fires

That drive this beast down lane.

We've built this car with heart and skill,

Hope engine stands the strain.

The need for speed and will to win

Have been my motive force.

It's been the way since time began,

Who has the fastest horse.

But I can't drift, I must attend

The other driver's stage.

My heated tires have much more grip,

Clutch waiting to engage.

We're revving hard and shaking cars,

The roar is deep and loud.

The hammer drops when lighting pops,

Blue smoke obscures the crowd.

A giant's hand just pushed me back

Into the drivers seat!

My vision blurred, except the spot

I cross to have him beat.

It's go, go, go, and shift, clutch, shift,

Hands and feet all dance.

Just keep between the lines and run

That all I ask of chance.

With hair on fire my hearts desire

Just let these horses run,

And win or lose this life we choose

Is in the end just fun.

Richard Higley