In Australian a tradition that has long been true
Racing on dirt in circles the young men would do
On a circle of dirt contained within walls wire and concrete
Cars motorcycles and sidecars for racing would meet
Go as fast as you can on these tracks they would say
So the public and riders soon called it Speedway
Now riders sometimes fell and crashed in to the wall
Though brave and courageous get hurt one and all
I wanted to the feel the sensation of speed
But bruises or broken bones I did not need
So I looked at the cars and the many categories
To see which one suited me better my chance for glory
Single Seaters were faster and seemed to be the best way
But what size type and cost I thought to myself in dismay
Thinking hard on a Speedcar I finally decide to try
But Midget or Compact which one should I drive
I went and saw the car #22 a Compact gleaming in white
Behind the wheel I fitted it nicely so I bought it that night
Now many towns around me have Speedway you know
So on my first night of driving where should I go
Archerfield was the closest and my friends raced here too
So on Saturday Night my first race would be there to do
Now I was a novice and the #22 car was untried
So after a break down mid race they pushed me aside
But determined to do better and with the help of a friend
We changed what was needed on the Compact to mend
So a little more bad luck at Archerfield we had
So we decided to travel and race Gladstone a tad
But this track was granite not the same as clay
So much faster I was from the start of the day
The first race I was passing cars around the outside
It seem to be easy I over took in my stride
And now for the final from starting off last
I would need to get to the front very fast
So around me the fastest cars start to appear
I try to follow them while they were near
But more experienced they were in traffic then me
And I caught with a slower car and crashed heavily
The car took a tumble rolling over many times more
Me upside down fire engulfed it a goner for sure
But by officals I was quickly helped to escape
The Compact Speedcar #22 endured a worse fete
The car bent and twisted wheels torn asunder
What a wretched mistake I had made a bad blunder
So this the end no repair for funds I had not
Satisfied to help a better driver my friend Scott.
- Author: Tappy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 22nd, 2024 05:03
- Comment from author about the poem: I have always loved Speedway, my Mum & Dad would take us at least once every month when we were children. I always dreamt of competing but I never dreamt about how it would turn out.
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