A Bombers Poem
The highway stretches on, dark and foreboding in the colorless night.
Grainy asphalt, yellow and white painted lines that disappear into the distance.
It gently slopes away into the invisible ditches that mark its borders.
A cool breeze plays across its surface, rustling the grass along its shoulders.
As the night sky is lit by a distant thunderstorm, the highway speaks to you of the many battles fought.
The countless victims claimed.
The eternity of its being.
And its plans for you.
You feel a chill as you check your gauges one last time.
Oil pressure.
Fuel pressure.
Exhaust gas temp.
All in the green.
It's now or never.
You feather the throttle, watch the RPMs come up, and feel the rumble of your mighty diesel.
As the turbocharger begins to spool, a faint whine against the growl of your exhaust, you feel it:
Power.
Confidence.
A smile plays across your face, as you release the clutch and punch the fuel.
As your tires rip into the asphalt, you are faced with the realization that this is your life.
This is your highway.
Grainy asphalt, yellow and white painted lines that disappear into the distance.
It gently slopes away into the invisible ditches that mark its borders.
A cool breeze plays across its surface, rustling the grass along its shoulders.
As the night sky is lit by a distant thunderstorm, the highway speaks to you of the many battles fought.
The countless victims claimed.
The eternity of its being.
And its plans for you.
You feel a chill as you check your gauges one last time.
Oil pressure.
Fuel pressure.
Exhaust gas temp.
All in the green.
It's now or never.
You feather the throttle, watch the RPMs come up, and feel the rumble of your mighty diesel.
As the turbocharger begins to spool, a faint whine against the growl of your exhaust, you feel it:
Power.
Confidence.
A smile plays across your face, as you release the clutch and punch the fuel.
As your tires rip into the asphalt, you are faced with the realization that this is your life.
This is your highway.
thats pretty cool DM, definately cool.....
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Our Dodges,
Who art inline,
Hollow be thy cat
Thy timing advanced
Thy Dowel Pin done
In our shops
As it is in thy forums.
Give us this day
Our daily boost
And forgive us for our smokeclouds
As we forgive those morons who ask "Is that a Hemi?"
And lead us not into Duramax-tation
But deliver us from Fords
For Thine is the Cummins
The 12 and 24 valve
Forever they shall run
church will be held every sunday at The Church of The Blessed Mother of Acceleration on the corner of 3rd gear and floor it.
---AutoMerged DoublePost---
Our Dodges,
Who art inline,
Hollow be thy cat
Thy timing advanced
Thy Dowel Pin done
In our shops
As it is in thy forums.
Give us this day
Our daily boost
And forgive us for our smokeclouds
As we forgive those morons who ask "Is that a Hemi?"
And lead us not into Duramax-tation
But deliver us from Fords
For Thine is the Cummins
The 12 and 24 valve
Forever they shall run
church will be held every sunday at The Church of The Blessed Mother of Acceleration on the corner of 3rd gear and floor it.
Last edited by LOGANSTANFORTH; Nov 23, 2007 at 11:04 PM. Reason: Automerged Doublepost
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