Here's one of mine from when I belonged to a Lightning club, from the holidays. For those that might not know an L1 is a first generation Ford Lightning 1993-1995, L2s came out in 1999 and sold til 2004. I have a 2000.
The Night Before Christmas..........Part III (2002)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the city, not a fast car was running. I'm alone, such a pity. The ricers were silent, their fart-pipes gone cold; most V-8s were stored at this time, I'm told. My wife was snoozin, all alone in our cot. The neighbors were boozin, passed out, or what-not. When up ahead smoke appeared, not trouble this late, but a violent burnout from a throaty V8. "It's him" I whispered to no one but myself. "It's the guy in the L1, the jolly old elf." I'd raced him before, twice, this very night. "For the third time he's here to set things aright." For last year, victorious, I'd shown him who's boss, after suffering the previous year, a devastating loss. My L, freshly Zainoed, and sporting her mods, was up to the task of most local hot rods. She looked simply gorgeous, she shined in the moon, and was running incredibly, perfectly tuned. I'd took off some weight, and emptied the bed. Then why did I feel I had something to dread? I remembered his truck, the tub-job, the stance. Then I thought of last year and said, "I've still got a chance." "Now honey, now baby, we took him last year; lets do it again, we have nothing to fear." As I pulled alongside him he looked over and smiled. Beside such maturity, I felt like a child. His beard was pure white, his dimples how merry, his red paint glistened, I could still smell the cherry. The stance was the same, the truck still looked mean, but I was sure there was more, would the old man come clean? "What's new?" I asked, with a nod to his hood. He simply replied, "Have you been good?" "I'll show you," I said as I rolled up the glass, "Have I been good, I'll hand him his ass!" At the green both trucks roared, my F1s got a bite. His slicks did the same as the roar split the night. I felt the rush of my life as my truck ran it's best, but how many lengths am I ahead, was the test. I glanced over with glee and my glee turned to horror. The old man was there, truck to truck, door to door. I gave it my all to 105, then backed off preferring to remain alive. An incredible sight had then met my eye; he'd backed off the same time, a virtual tie! As we rolled to a stop, I looked over and smiled. His eyes how they twinkled, his features were mild. "I gave it my all" I said with a grin. "So did I, son" he said, "But this time, no win." "Merry Christmas" I said, my voice filled with cheer. "Same to you, son" he replied, "I'll see you next year."
Your Privacy Choices