Poor little runstang X-mas story..

[SleeperC5]

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light, Was a fire breathing LS1 and no cops in sight, I will try, I will try, I will try with this small 4.6L motor, To beat this Camaro, even with my big blower, As the light goes green I pull like no joke, The Camaro erupts in huge clouds of tire smoke, Now Sneezer, now Weezer, now Shaker, now Flitzin, on Stinker, on Blinker, now Sputter and Shitten ! These are the names of my eight SVT pistons, Racing ahead I'm the star of the action, But I know I'm in trouble when the LS1 gets traction, Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing, My mirror is blocked by my fake Cobra R wing, I now hear the roar of the big monster gaining, All I can do is keep the blower straining, In a second, the shock wave hits with a blast, And my Mach 1 stickers go flying now a thing of the past, Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late, Just try to act cool, like you can relate, Looking up at the taillights as they get ever smaller, The driver backs off just to give me a holler, "You can't win them all," he says while laughing, "You may not win any, in that silly thing," I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight.

With my new mods tomorrow…it still will never win the fight.

[third_shift|studios]

nice

[WCTA88]

now thats just great poetry

[SleeperC5]

[Blitzed]

I've heard it but the mustang was a civic. very nice