S2K Poem
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S2K Poem
I wrote this for my S2K and I post it in the S.FL Forum.. Here it is. Hope some of you guys like it.
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From: Gleening the apex
Here's one I found a long time ago :author unknown
Every morning I wake up and I open the garage door and there it is...my black S2000 staring back at me, whispering to me "Well, let's go!"
I get in, turn the key, push the little red button and the engine roars to life with complete ease and willingness.
I unlatch the top, pull the button back and the top drops quickly as sunshine rushes in.
I slip the shift lever, attached to the incredibly smooth gearbox, into reverse and she knows it is time...
Gently for the first few miles while we wait for the engine to warm up. No need to turn on the radio...mechanical music will soon be playing.
3 bars shows on the dash,She is telling me that whenever you are ready so am I...
I fight the urge for a few more miles; then like a rush of wind...9000RPM is upon me, a quick selection of the next gear in that incredible short and smooth gearbox and 9000RPM is again waiting for me...The mechanical music has begun and it is as sharp and exciting as the first time I heard it. I look ahead, a clear road, a sign, a curve, a tweak of the gas, a quick down shift, a twist of the wheel, a twist in the other direction, the road begins to straighten, press the accelerator further, engine responses steadily, a shift upward, look at the speedo...wow, I am way over the limit...
My face quickly turns to this
THEN...ALL THE PROBLEMS BEGIN...
I am late for work.
I have never been on this road before, but I don't care.
I dread the thought of turning that key towards me to turn the small but furious engine off.
The top goes up, the key is twisted, the engine goes off...
8 hours of toil...
Finish work, walk out the door, there in the parking lot is my black S2000, staring back at me, whispering to me "Well, let's go!"...
Every morning I wake up and I open the garage door and there it is...my black S2000 staring back at me, whispering to me "Well, let's go!"
I get in, turn the key, push the little red button and the engine roars to life with complete ease and willingness.
I unlatch the top, pull the button back and the top drops quickly as sunshine rushes in.
I slip the shift lever, attached to the incredibly smooth gearbox, into reverse and she knows it is time...
Gently for the first few miles while we wait for the engine to warm up. No need to turn on the radio...mechanical music will soon be playing.
3 bars shows on the dash,She is telling me that whenever you are ready so am I...
I fight the urge for a few more miles; then like a rush of wind...9000RPM is upon me, a quick selection of the next gear in that incredible short and smooth gearbox and 9000RPM is again waiting for me...The mechanical music has begun and it is as sharp and exciting as the first time I heard it. I look ahead, a clear road, a sign, a curve, a tweak of the gas, a quick down shift, a twist of the wheel, a twist in the other direction, the road begins to straighten, press the accelerator further, engine responses steadily, a shift upward, look at the speedo...wow, I am way over the limit...
My face quickly turns to this
THEN...ALL THE PROBLEMS BEGIN...
I am late for work.
I have never been on this road before, but I don't care.
I dread the thought of turning that key towards me to turn the small but furious engine off.
The top goes up, the key is twisted, the engine goes off...
8 hours of toil...
Finish work, walk out the door, there in the parking lot is my black S2000, staring back at me, whispering to me "Well, let's go!"...