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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 19, 2008 10:26:07 GMT
Ok so I guess you all know the the classic "Twas The Night Before Christmas" poem.
Well just for a laugh
(if anyone needs me to explain "laugh" then PM me)
I have started the poem for you related to our racing. All you have to do is add the next bit. See how far we can get.
Ok so yes this is stupid, childish, etc etc but al least you dont need to fill out a Risk Assessment to do it.
Take this as a challenge!
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 19, 2008 10:26:23 GMT
Twas the night before Christmas, all over the track The racers were gathered, not prepared to look back; Their cars all lined up on the start grid with care, awaiting the buzzer, then off they will tear;
The rostrum was crowded, the tension was great The racers were ready, not long now to wait The points were all equal, they all had to score Last race of the series and all to play for
The marshalls were waiting at various places Knowing that crashing could end someones races They crouched down and waited, all senses awake Just waiting for someone to make that mistake
The countdown begins, not long to the start When all of a sudden, you hear someone fart The laughter begins, someone jumps the gun As another rendition escapes someones bum
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Post by keitheroonie on Nov 19, 2008 12:47:30 GMT
and off they all run, like bullets shot from a gun, First corner they reach all at the same time but which one of them has the best line, It seems none of them cares, They're all blissfully unawares. As cars fly about the name marshal is shout. Then the heart starts to slow and again off they go, To try to catch up with the cars that they struck.
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 19, 2008 13:16:11 GMT
Up to the hairpin they go with a dash everyone trying so hard not to crash the car in lead goes off on the grass the marshall leaps forward and lands on his ass
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Post by saintroeer on Nov 19, 2008 16:39:48 GMT
so its off to the trye, can we all hit top speed the presures so great, prior to the race wish we'ed pee'ed the first turns too early, the second goes to wide the third guy thinks hes cleaver, front SOLID axle, well that manufactorer lied
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Post by lesbaldry on Nov 19, 2008 17:01:40 GMT
full speed down the sweeper to dingly dell
all side by side and swearing like hell
now we're heading for the loop back to the start
off went the peep or did someone fart
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Post by saintroeer on Nov 19, 2008 19:25:44 GMT
well into the race, back markers to pass get out the way you say, im running first and your running last they dont take this well, get deliberately in the way you decide a good punt up the ass, is the order of the day
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Post by Simon Crabb on Nov 19, 2008 23:04:30 GMT
well into the race, back markers to pass get out the way you say, im running first and your running last they dont take this well, get deliberately in the way you decide a good punt up the ass, is the order of the day You're writing from experience there Adam! ;D
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 20, 2008 8:37:36 GMT
Good grief is that Simon? we dont often see Can never get up in the morning you see And now what is this, it seems Simon is last quite rightly his moment of glory is past
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 20, 2008 9:09:27 GMT
And now Adams whinging Weve heard him before Theres bits of his car all over the floor
He just was not ready his batteries not full Not that his leg we ever would pull
Keith’s still at the Barbie The bacon’s a burning He watches the racing with longing and yearning
Matt is up there somewhere Though no one is sure He’s been on a diet and Cant be seen anymore
Robin is leading The Tamiya flying He said blue is best But Les said he was lying
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Post by keitheroonie on Nov 20, 2008 10:24:21 GMT
;D
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Post by mattsedgley on Nov 20, 2008 11:35:22 GMT
we should put this on the cabin!
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 20, 2008 13:01:42 GMT
But Dan had gone brushless And boy was he fast Soon he would be up there And no longer last
This surely was seen As the race of his life As he sliced his way neatly Through the field like a knife
He was soon up to second And looking to pass When a wheel nut came loose and Threw him on the grass
Now Twinkle was flying Right on Robin’s tail He wanted the win And was not going to fail
As they came to the bombhole He went for the pass But Rob shut the door And pushed him on the grass
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Post by saintroeer on Nov 20, 2008 16:21:22 GMT
the four minute warning, is music to your ears but on this important occasion, it brings you to tears your race has been perfect, no mistakes have you made but that not so fat wedge, filled gennys oil spout in spades
the gennys stopped working, the race has to end being in first place, this drives you round the bend too much oil in the filter, the genny did choke we cant get too violent, hes now such a skiiny bloke
we deside the series is over, all prizes have been won it doesnt matter you were first, the table says youve been done sometimes its a shame, that we all can not win but were all in good spirits, with no small amount of gin
BBQ's are dangerous but warm, so we all huddle round sing a small xmas carole, what a terrible sound discusions of presents, new driving toys and then a final xmas goodbye, from the SHMCC boys
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Post by Martin S on Nov 20, 2008 18:44:27 GMT
He's only joking, it wouldn't end that way 'Let's count by hand', is the order of the day With one minute more, we plough to the end But this rhyme we can't finish, so the series extends.
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Post by lesbaldry on Nov 20, 2008 21:21:13 GMT
Pick up your cars lads, its back to the start lets pray this time that no one duth fart! Tranys all poised with a quivering of thumb Oh no,not again,it's that noise from the bum
A peer down the rostrum to see a head bowed low Guess who boys?.." twoz Lloydie " he has just got to go! Ok chaps stop laughing,we'll break for some tea One more like that Ian and you'll loose FTD!!
Back to the race with a quick change of cog Any one seen Ian?..yes!.. hes still in the bog! good!!..line up boys he wont make the start this time we're off!!....but minus the fart
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 21, 2008 8:53:27 GMT
On down the straight at a hell of a lick someones coming up fast, you can see they are quick
there are right on your tail and looking to pass but do you give way, not bloomin likely as they are only running a 17.5 and you are using a 13.5 so they should not be quicker than you anyway and they are in a different class so it does not matter anyway....
sorry got carried away there.
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by lesbaldry on Nov 21, 2008 9:34:24 GMT
On down the straight at a hell of a lick someones coming up fast, you can see they are quick there are right on your tail and looking to pass but do you give way, not bloomin likely as they are only running a 17.5 and you are using a 13.5 so they should not be quicker than you anyway and they are in a different class so it does not matter anyway.... sorry got carried away there. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D That was subtle ..very subtle ...not as good as the other though
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Post by oldtimeracer on Nov 21, 2008 12:52:54 GMT
;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by keitheroonie on Nov 21, 2008 18:16:37 GMT
And off down the straight for heat number two that smell can't be Lloydie He went to the loo
It must be those horses or the cows that go moo! oh no it's not Les put on your shoes
their minds now distracted and not on their race their cars start to fly all over the place
first place hits second and third flies right through then fifth place hits forth there was nothing he could do
with cars on the grass and marshals running all about a call from the rostrum well more of a shout
Marshal was called loudly and Matts ears pricked up Don't shout he said it was you that f@"!£$ up
so it had all chilled right down and concentration was back as they must try and catch up but stay on the track
now it's two minutes in and their brains start to wander then Pete's tough conundrum enters their heads and they ponder
do I need to catch that car or the one on the grass which one of them is racing my class
now I'm not sure well what does it matter then off at the next corner with a bang and a clatter
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