As he revved up the motor,
Waiting for the bang.
He thought he was cool
In his 68 S'tang.
Squealing the wheels
He took all that she wrote.
He charged from the line,
Belting out smoke.
It was past midnight
And the race was on.
By the time the cops came
He'd be long gone.
He met the challenge
And took the dare.
He was wily and young
Didn't have a care.
Riding high in his muscle car.
Jamming through the gears;
It wasn't that far.
It was a quarter mile drag,
And he was first off the line.
That gave him an edge,
And the clock marked his time.

Linda