This poem was added as an edit to an exising post by SLITS.
I wanted to make sure that everyone got to enjoy it.
You might have missed it if you only went to the most recent post.
Even if you saw it I thought it was worth repeating.
QUOTE
Brick by brick, we're gonna build a stairway,
A path to racer's heaven so far away,
A place called the corkscrew,
Drivers a plenty it has screwed.
From the flying Can Am cars of long ago,
To the Grand Prix bikes, a wonderful show,
The memories all contained in these turns,
Of all the pilots this track has burned.
914world.com, it's members are fanatics,
Bricks we can lay to fill in small cracks,
And from this brick fans can read our face,
That we were here and care about this place.
So don't be afraid, come on and pony up,
We need to fill this empty space up,
Dig in your wallets and let the green flow,
So we can buy four for jack stands ya know.
And Levi, poor Levi, his young girls well known,
Your avatar on the brick, can't be shown,
So put down the camera, mouse and let loose some cash,
Or you will be subect to everyone's wrathful bash.