poem about hot rod? help guys!
ive been trying to find a poem for my dad on the net..if any of u guys know it email me... its about a guy who has a fast hot rod car..kinda goes like this...(i dont know all of it only some) there is a place...i am such a man and i have such a car....i know its not alot to work with but thats what i got...thnx guys
here's a bump to the top. I searched for an hour on google, couldn't find anything. How's about a little help, guys? Dan
"When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not." - Mark Twain
Sorry. i lost those brain cells at a Pink Floyd Concert back in 78. It doesn't even ring a bell. I am sorry. Wish I could help
the only hot rod poem i know goes like this
My Midnite Drag with Hank Revere.
I was stopped at a red lite with my 406 (Ford)
runnin three two barrels and a four speed stick
I looked in the mirror and cummin up behind
was a loud red Chevy 409
I waited a second when the lite turned green
and he roared up beside me, lookin kinda mean
rolled down his window, looked at my flags
then yelled real loud, "You wanna drag?"
I said "no"(at least not much)
but when he said go I popped the clutch!
still burnin rubber when I hit second gear
but the roar of his engine was all I could hear
so I skipped third and went into high
man he looked mad as I went by
Up ahead was a stop sign
he didn't stop, neither did I
and I heard that siren as we went by
I knew right then
that this race should end
with the cops behind and ahead a sharp bend
so I shut down to end this ride
but as he tore thru the lite pole, Hank Revere died
Now theres a moral to this story thats plain to see
DON'T RACE ON THE HIGHWAY or you'll be in a cell like me!
Hey there Hotrodgirl - I don't have that one in the old memory bank but here's some lyrics to and old song you might like.
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall
With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me"
By then the taillight was all you could see
Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was blue, like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots"
Took a corner, sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas
We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"
Commander Cody's version was very good and made the song popular again. If you can find it get a copy to the original by Charlie Ryan (he wrote the song in 53 or 54) and still owned the original Hot Rod Lincoln a few years ago (yes it was a real car).
Roses are red.Violets are blue.My friggen car's broke again,so I'm home drinkin Brew.
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