Race Day At Henderson
Bald black tires go rolling by, piles of them by every car.
You hear the impact gun, then, “Get the slicks on.”
The pavements blurry; the intense sun,
Oily suntan lotion on their skin; the grease dripping off.
Tech check is over; cars in a line, exhaust fill the air;
cone killers all around; they can’t seem to hit just one.
“I never hit cones; well I only hit one”, two second penalty!
Times adding up; it’s time for the next groups run.
The blazing sun blocked by the tent; people huddling under it.
Orange coolers on the ground, they inhale water by the gallon.
Sweating they put their helmets back on; time to line up again.
Back to the start, checking timing clocks,: “ ok let’s run.”
Melting away on the pavement, more tents go up;
Gathered under, they complain of today.
Trophies are handed out; tons of new people came;
cones packed up, the trailers locked, everyone scatters away.
