There’s something magical about,
Machines that run on gas.
Some help us get from here to there,
Some help us cut the grass.

But ever since I was a kid,
I had a thing for speed.
I loved to drive and race my car,
To fill an inner need.

And now enjoyment comes to me,
While watching others race.
I still can feel excitement as,
They fight to set the pace.

My senses fill at each event,
With sights and sounds galore,
And even smells that fill my nose,
Enhance what I came for.

It’s racing that runs through my veins,
Instead of blood, there’s fuel,
For racing is what I enjoy,
Because it is so “cool”.

James O’Brien
June 2003

Midi playing: "Fun Fun Fun"