Twas the night before race day, and up at the track.
Not a motor was running, but soon we’ll be back.
We all have the itch to take our cars there.
In hopes the green flag will wave in the air.
The racers were all in there garages all night.
Tweaking there cars, to make them just right.
Now late in the night and the car on the trailer.
I knelt down to prey, for Joe’s engine failure.
The next morning arose and I looked for my scanner.
Grabbed my helmet, and neck roll, and grouch racing banner.
Off to the track I flew like a flash.
To go park my car, and give Joe my cash.
Now its cold at the track, and the weather is crappy.
But here come the team of Sleepy and Pappy.
Now my cars up to spec, so I have no fear.
Right then sleepy says “The sticker goes here”
Still hours to go before the first race begins.
So I get a hot chocolate for a couple of fins.
Everyone so exited to be back at the track.
That we go walk it once, and then we come back.
When out of the corner of my eye, what should appear?
It’s the 43 car, with wide rims, and a cheated up rear.
He curses and *****’s until they kick him out.
“I’ll go to Jersey and race” the racer did shout.
So with the drama all done and race time soon here.
Mike yells “All you drivers, give me your ear"
The drivers meeting begins and soon doesn’t end.
People in the stand freezing , but mike still won’t bend.
Listened for an hour, but the times finally here.
To start up the cars and put em in gear.
They line up like soldiers, three wide by the fence.
The pace car starts moving, and everyone’s getting tense.
Six caution laps later and one for a wave.
The pace car pulls off, and everyone becomes brave.
They take the green flag going into turn one.
But the 410 gets loose and six cars are done.
The red flag is flown for all cars to stop.
But the 50’s still rolling, spots stolen by a cop.
We begin lap two, everyone races clean.
For another 50 laps, the red flag is not seen.
When on lap 51 there arose such a clatter.
All I see is smoke, but what is the matter.
Oil on fire again from Bob Winks car.
Splashed on the manifold and burned up like tar.
I just hope that wink has been good all this year.
So santa brings him a gasket, so he can race without fear.
The cars keep there pace as the laps do wind down.
Only ten cars are left, that will keep go’in round.
How this race ends, I guess we will see.
But I bet I can tell, who the winner will be.
He will be in the office, counting his cash.
With the five dollar trophies, and a big cigar ash.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone.
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Originally Posted by intense1
, and for my present I'm not getting some silly gasket??? (not the problem anyway) but a new motor instead!!!!! 
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