Ode to a 67 Shelby

[deathsled]

Ode to a 67 Shelby

A turn of key makes engine grumble
A stab of gas makes loud pipes rumble

Road opens wide engine is screamin'
Waking up fast inner speed demons   

Flat out he goes into the pitch night
Pedal flat down youth runs with full might

Air scoops up high and those far below
Feed on dark air may youth never slow

Then life moves on and years pass by fast
The sweet chrome of youth never can last

Man and machine look far down the road
Old age descends but speed stays unslowed

Two drive as one bound right from the start
Man and machine till death do they part


Richard E.

[JD]

Nice...

[roddster]

  Now where is that Nobel prize?

[Bigfoot]

I like it. Should b in the annual.

[deathsled]

I've always been a fan of the 1967 Shelby Mustang.  All those scoops!