by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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1911 Indy 500
Off to watch Danica Patrick in HD
It smelled of gas and grit,
and sometimes, piss and shit.
But it was home to the fool and hardy,
in the month of May.
They came by auto, ship and train.
To the central Indiana plain,
to test their cars with vigor,
like there was no other way.
Peugeot, Mercedes, and Delage came.
Europe's finest in the pouring rain.
To be met by Marmon, Miller,
and local Offenhauser fame.
It took a month to get them running,
with smoke and oil and booze.
The grease monkeys rode on board,
for it was a long walk to lose.
No seatbelt was the rule,
but goggles were a must.
Better to fly off in a crash,
than bug in your eye be crushed.
Cursing was the rule,
when things didn't turn out right.
You could hear those blessings many,
in the garages late at night.
The qualifying was over,
the day had finally come.
To see who would be the best,
after a long hot day's run.
Pushing 100 was what they did,
but the bricks were unforgiving.
Those who lost control over the wall,
were lucky to rejoin the living.
Five hundred miles was the goal,
these men put to the test.
Only one would win,
and be a very best.
Copyright 2010 © Ronald W. Hull
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Quite the "flashback," Ron. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|A hundred mph in those buckets was plenty scary I'm sure. None would have traded places. Great poetic story. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Wow! How gruelling it must have been back then...but what a challenge! WEll done, Ronald...
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Thats when car racing was REALLY car racing...no technology to fool with, no multitudes of rules and regulations to contend with...cool wrote...Ed|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Ron, I am sure that somewhere, the likes of Barney Oldfield and Ralph DePalama have been stirred to don their leather helmets and goggles. Your poem brings back many long forgotten marques, Delage, Marmon and others. Tenacity and the luck of pure chance certainly are refreshed in our lexicons when we remember the drivers and their rides of those bygone eras of Indy racing. When men were all pure grit and determination. Not the promotional kings of mega-million international advertising. Thanks for the nostalgia. You wrote this thing with panache. I enjoyed it. May peace and love be always with you my friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Danica Patrick she is quite a hottie isn't she? I like the way you crafted this piece about auto racing. Great Job!!
GOD BLESS YOU