You’re sitting in a 2 ton explosive machine,

Looking straight out looking dead at the x mass tree

All your mind is concentrated on is that yellow glow,

Waiting for the green to emit a bright glow,

Feet positioned so perfect, left foot on clutch,

Right gently on the gas ready to jump to the gas,

All about reaction time, the hardest thing to get right,

So precious to the second as it may be the difference,

Between a upset lose or a magnificent win,

As I roll to the tree and the pre stage lights come on,

I look at the second from bottom light concentrating,

As it flashes I plan it right so I’ll get off just as the light turns green,

Brake off and gas to the floor as the rail car shoots me down the track,

Passing the check point and poppin the shoots,

I roll and pull off coming to a stop and I look back at the board,

Reaction Tim: .510 God damn, almost perfect… Speed: 225

Not bad for a quarter mile and 1500 horsepower sittin 2 feet from you……