BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Lord, as I sit here and look at the track,
Silent and empty, in the pale light of dawn;
I hear the far distant roar of the fans,
I feel the ghost's of the racers long gone.
As I prepare myself to live out my dream,
I can see my friends who are no longer here;
And know they understand as very few can,
Why, to me, this way of life is so dear.
There's something inside me, deep in my blood,
That drives me to put my life on the line;
To try to control something so out of control,
Is sweeter to me than the worlds finest wine.
The thrill of the speed sings in my veins,
As I push to the limit what my engines' got;
The grit and the gasoline burn in my eyes,
Straight to my soul, it pulses red hot.
And I find myself, and know who I am,
You know me, Lord, it's my ultimite high;
To dodge chance and fate, lap after lap,
Faster and faster, each one that goes by.
It's grueling, it's taxing, it saps my strength,
Yet, at no other time am I so fully alive;
At 200 miles an hour, with the best of the best,
Going straight to the edge as this circle I drive.
So Lord, I ask, that You look down here today,
And unless You say it's my time to go;
Let me drive my car, let me set the pace,
Let me give my fans one hell of a show.
Let me not cause undue harm or offend,
But make those boys get out of my way;
Let me not cause the loss of a friend,
Just let me win this race today.
For my main man, Rusty...and in memory of Tim, Davey, Alan and Neil
I like Rusty, too!
ReplyDeleteHave a 'Davey jacket' size small, doesn't fit me anymore.
That 'main man' is Wallace, right?
Gosh, my husband got me into this...it's all his fault, LOL.
I need to have a talk with him and I'm sure he'll be able to tell me everything, and then some, about Tim.
Now you know, I feel I've outgrown this so-called 'Sport.'
Once I saw a man dead in his car...that was in St. Pete.
That was when I really started to dislike it.
Although I know that man, loved what he did, and did what he loved...and he wasn't a kid...so he had lived a lot of life.
Yet?
I did go to 1 NASCAR race in Charlotte...and got to see #3 lose all his wheels. Wouldn't you know it, the one I wanted to win.
And, so 'this little comment' goes...#3 also did what he loved, and loved what he did.
That night in Charlotte, when my husband took me to see that race, well let's just say he wasn't too, impressed with my choice of drivers.
ReplyDeleteJust a note, my daughter's middle name is Alison.
If I'd ever had another child I would have named her (I only have girl babies) Tymara Alison. lol..Dale was still alive when this was written, and I miss him too. Adore his son.
ReplyDeleteMy husband didn't like 'the man,' but respects his son.
ReplyDeleteOf course, my husband is rather opinionated and he ain't about to change.
'Davey jacket' size small, mint condition.
ReplyDeleteAnd, Lord knows all the stuff stored in my attic.
Some things are 'well preserved,' 'like new,' 'never used,'...what a waste.