Sports car racing at Elkhart Lake, WI.
Road America in the ‘60s

By my twin brother, Roger J. Hull

Days of Thunder

By Roger J. Hull

Back in days of yore
Roundabout Nineteen hundred sixty four

The big bore Corvettes
And Cobras would roar

Round Road America, round
They’d go, pedal to metal

Inches to spare, they’d clip corners
With the outside front wheel in the air

Blue with white stripes, white with red
the colours would tell who was ahead

The ground would shake
And the crowd would scare

Down Canada Corner hill
Rolled the big bore thunder

Spinning and squealing the tires
Round the corner, black rubber fires

Round they’d go like dogs in the chase
A fearless lot with smiles on their face

Up the Dunlop hill and disappear
Only to later on the horizon, reappear

Like mystical Ancient Gods and
The rumble of approaching thunder