engines pumping and thumping in time.
the green light flashes, the flags go up.
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
...which was going along fine until the go-cart running in second pulled even with us on the final turn and we t-boned as he tried to dive in front. Helpless, we waited to be untangled as the remaining racers dashed under the checkered flag.
Daddy, why did you wreck that guy?
I just kept my mouth shut.
Hope you are having a wonderful weekend!
[lyrics: The Distance by Cake]