Feet flat on the ground,
Preparing for war.
Leather shield surround,
prepared for whats instore.
Look up wheelie hill,
Road that leads to fire,
Slightly scared though,
twisting that grip I desire.
I gaze down the throat,
first gear revs out quick,
praying I won't choke,
and that my tires will stick.
I weave from side to side,
a great battle ensues,
control is in my stride,
leaning deep not to lose.
In spite of my fight,
A comrad I'm chasing,
from his knees comes light,
Oh God, it's fat kid racing.
The overlook is real,
the combat is done,
I look back up the hill,
there's time for one more run.
I make it back to Crot,
my one goal is here,
sights for my next shot?
Phillips and cold beer!
Preparing for war.
Leather shield surround,
prepared for whats instore.
Look up wheelie hill,
Road that leads to fire,
Slightly scared though,
twisting that grip I desire.
I gaze down the throat,
first gear revs out quick,
praying I won't choke,
and that my tires will stick.
I weave from side to side,
a great battle ensues,
control is in my stride,
leaning deep not to lose.
In spite of my fight,
A comrad I'm chasing,
from his knees comes light,
Oh God, it's fat kid racing.
The overlook is real,
the combat is done,
I look back up the hill,
there's time for one more run.
I make it back to Crot,
my one goal is here,
sights for my next shot?
Phillips and cold beer!