Seeing as its World Poetry Day...why not!

 

Not got a race car, a trailer, or a van,
No need to worry, compete you still can,
We're here to support, with cars you can hire,
If it's the next Petter Solberg of which you aspire.

Whether it's rallying or rallycross you want to try out,
Turning dreams into reality is what we're about,
So don't stand by the fence, dreaming away,
Give us a call to discuss, let us make your day.

As you line on the grid, pull your harness down tight,
A quick look to the left and then to the right,
The 5 second board and the engines all roar,
Then into first gear as your foot hits the floor.

All heading for Chessons, barely an inch either side,
Hit the gravel and turn, as the back starts to slide,
Bouncing and banging, feel the adrenaline flow,
As you check the mirror, reaching Devils elbow.

Down into second to pull up Hairy Hill
Watching out for a pass, leave a gap and they will,
Down past the crowds and the cheers can be heard,
Flags are all flying as your chasing for third.

As you reach paddock bend your bottom is clenched,
Then hitting the puddle, the photographers drenched,
Window wiped clean as you make the chicane,
Ready to do it all over again. 

To joker or not, check the mirror, need a gap,
Maybe you'll leave it, just one more lap,
Then panic sets in, must now count the laps out,
A missed joker means penalty, of that there's no doubt.

Relief sets in as you stay left, joker done,
Over the jump, back on track, number one,
A check on the mirrors, there's carnage behind,
Your heart starts to race, time to focus your mind.

On the last lap, heading down Hairy Hill,
See the chequered flag flying, O what a thrill,
The excitement, the emotion as you cross the line,
The realisation 'The 1st trophy is mine!'

As you return to the paddock to cheers and all clapping,
Other drivers jump out, theres plenty of back slapping,
Respect had been earn't, a competitive win,
Feeling chuffed with yourself is really no sin.

As the awards are given, third and then second,
They call for the winner, of which you are beckoned,
You take the top step, hold your cup to the sky
Shortly before champagne hits your eye.
You think 'what the hell, I'm here, bring it on!
The feeling of achievement is second to none!

So if this is your dream, don't think you can't race,
We help drivers all ages, whatever their pace,
It's all about fun and making it happen,
So join us next time the Swifts are at Lydden!