Well it's Christmas time, and time to revisit the battle with St. Nick and this time he's bringing his Gen 1.......or is he?


Twas the night before Christmas, and dim in the light
Were the thoughts of the victories I'd had on this night
Tho' many had fallen, most vivid in thought
Was the red 95 Lightning Santa had brought
I dusted him once, yet he'd made it so clear
I'd be driving a toy by this evening, this year
For last year the best he could do was a loss
'Gainst his SRT-10, my L was the boss
The victory was hollow, I was led to believe
For his L1 this year would be again up his sleeve
Lightning on Lightning was the test of our past
And here I was worried that my truck would be last
"This is crap!" I exclaimed, as I went for my coat
"What am I afraid of, I can take that old goat!"
I hurried outside to the cold winter's chill
And started my Lightning for an evening's new thrill
I wouldn't have to look for him, I knew he'd find me
We'd line up the trucks and I'd show him, he'd see
I drove through the town and made a few runs
My truck was astonishing, it still had the guns
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But my quarry, the L1, and my truck smelled of fear
It looked like a fueler, and sounded so tough
I doubted at once that my L had enough
As he approached me he blipped it just to be mean
I slumped in my seat not wanting to be seen
"What do you want for Christmas?" his voice was so bright
"Er uh, maybe a decent showing between us tonight!"
He chuckled and waved and his window went up
I figured he was thinking, "I'll spank this young pup!"
At the green when we launched, I laughed as I hooked
My truck ran it's best, but I hadn't really looked
For the elf as passed me, like shot from a gun
Now ten lengths ahead, my God what a run!
He disappeared from sight as I sighed and shut down
I figured I'd find him on the other side of town
I'd give him congrats, if I found him this late
What the hell did I race, something capable of eights?
The truck was ahead just coming in sight
I pulled up behind him and shut off the lights
As I walked to the door, a lump formed in my throat
The truck was vacated, but he'd left me a note:
This isn't my truck as I'm sure that you've guessed
But I think that mine's capable of beating your best
I just wanted to make you feel humble tonight
I know that you've seen it, you're feeling it right?
You were going to be gracious, and since you can bend
This truck is for you. Merry Christmas, my friend!



May the peace and joy of the Holidays be and remain with all of you.


Merry Christmas


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Could that Red Gen 1 have been borrowed from Ralph?


Nice rendition!

Jody

 

Part V? Post the others for us newbs.

 

I have only parts 2-4. Part 1 was lost in a computer accident.:o

Part II
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the town, not a ricer was stirrin, I had shut em all down. The Cobras were stored, the fast Chebbys were too. I was beginning to think I'd have nothing to do. The weather was perfect; mid-thirties expected, the thought that I stay in, at once was rejected. I'd been a good lad, stayed away from the booze, and hopped in my Lightning for a last winter's cruise. When all of a sudden, there came such a noise, the thrum of a V8, with plenty of toys. I turned the next corner and heading around, I was craning my neck for the source of the sound. When what to my wondering eyes did appear? But the same gorgeous L1, I lost to last year. The truck looked the same, the guy still had crust. But it sounded so different, did this truck have more thrust? He spoke not a word as we approached the light. But I let him know he was in for a fight. I said, "You've improved your performance, that I can tell, but this year I've got PSP, JDM, and JL." He didn't let it bother him, he stared straight ahead. I wondered if I still had something to dread. At the green I had fears my F1s would revolt, but instead my truck launched like a red lightning bolt. A glance in the mirror said I'd opened a length, but the sound behind me was gathering strength. "Not this time," I said as I firewalled the throttle, then a new horror gripped me; did he have the bottle? I guessed if he did, by now he'd a had me. I glanced in the mirror, the space was now three. At 110, I eased her on down. He already had; I could tell by the sound. His thumbs-up came out, lit by the moonlight. What a perfect gentleman, what a perfect night! But he heard me exclaim as I returned it to him, "That makes us even, Merry Christmas my friend!

Part III
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 try and set things right." 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, nodding 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 ***!" 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."

Part IV

Twas the night before Christmas, and my need to go fast, was no diff'rent it seemed, than three Christmas Eves past.
For twas this very night, yea 3 years before, I'd run with St. Nicholas, with foot to the floor.
My L2 was fast, quite up to the test.
His L1 was faster, he'd beaten my best.
The next year was diff'rent, as we met second round.
His truck was improved, you could tell by the sound.
But I was prepared, my truck had no fear.
My mods were the answer, he'd stayed in my mirror.
We met yet again, last year, for round 3.
I knew in the end, that again, twould be me.
Alas, not a win, but he didn't get by.
A great race it was, but it ended a tie.
Now here again I sit and await the old elf, and I laugh in anticipation, in spite of myself.
His L1, it seemed, was due for a win. But he'd have to get by me, I'd NOT just give in!
When what to my wondering eyes did appear? But a bright red Dodge Ram, why the hell is that here? Pretty truck to be sure, as it approached me, but then, not an ordinary Ram, but an SRT-10!
With a little old driver, his red suit and white beard. As his window came down, I said "This is too weird!" "Where's your Lightning?" I asked, when sure he could hear. "In the shop being prepped to waste you next year. In the meantime," he grinned, "this will hafta suffice. Don't know how she runs, but she sure feels nice."
"Sure you wanna do this?" I asked, breaking my stare. "I was prepared for your L1, this doesn't seem fair."
"Don't concern yourself sonny" as he revved his V-10, "You took me one time, it's not happening again. When I dust you with this, my bright new red sleigh, you can think of how next year will be child's play."
"Amazing" I thought, how this old fart gets my goat. "We'll see in the end, if it's he that can gloat."
For twas summer this year, in my mods I did well.
And under my hood, lay a new Kenne Bell.
The truck wore new rubber, new brakes and new tune. She looked and sounded lovely as we faced the full moon.
The colors of Christmas, the traffic light boasted. At green we both launched and our rear tires roasted. The cold was affecting the pavement beneath, and the smoke, it encircled our trucks like a wreath. Upset with ourselves, we fought for control. My new tires grabbed first, my L on a roll. Just a passenger now, with my foot to the floor, I could still hear his shifting, though his truck had no more. I put some more length between us for luck, til I knew that he'd shut down that shiny new truck. "Not bad," he exclaimed, "Your Lightning fared well. But will it hold up next Christmas? I guess time will tell."
"I'll be ready," I said, "a year from tonight. And I'm sure from your past, I'll be in for a fight. Merry Christmas, my friend," my voice cheery and bright.
"Merry Christmas," replied Santa, "And to you and yours, a good night."

 

I Found the Part V truck. Santa Borrowed My Red Sled!