dude you guys lve drifting, kinda like me, i cant find my poems now but ill try to post them later
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Ghost of Dulth is the name,
Lives by the light of the rotary flame.
Out on the togues with you and me,
be on the look out for the Sixgun FD.
Godspeed Comrade we wish you well,
May your FD go like a bat outta he11.
Wind out that rotary when you hit the wangan,
and remember your'e friends here at Drifting.Com.
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Got a 'lil something for ya from the poem thread:
Ghost of Dulth is the name,
Lives by the light of the rotary flame.
Out on the togues with you and me,
be on the look out for the Sixgun FD.
Godspeed comrade we wish you well,
May your FD fly like a bat outta he11.
Always attack the togues and wangan,
and remember your'e friends here at Drifting.Com.
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Originally posted by Tsunami
Got a 'lil something for ya from the poem thread:
Ghost of Dulth is the name,
Lives by the light of the rotary flame.
Out on the togues with you and me,
be on the look out for the Sixgun FD.
Godspeed comrade we wish you well,
May your FD fly like a bat outta he11.
Always attack the togues and wangan,
and remember your'e friends here at Drifting.Com.
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heres my haiku i wrote for english...
the terrifying
switchbacks of the glendora
mountain road at night.
one off the top of my head
drifting my front wheel
drive honda, sliding around
long sweeping corners
one more this time a 2 part
coming around the
corner with the perfect speed
the best drift ever done...
stopped in its tracks
by an unseen suburban
now left incomplete
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This one's about my future drift project.
I call her the DriftStang,
my future steed.
A machine built for power,
beauty and speed.
With suspension from Griggs,
and 332 cubes,
there's not much
this Mustang can't do.
She roars down the straights
and slides through the turn
as I row the 5 Speed
to make rubber burn.
She's light and she's fast,
and a little nose-heavy,
wantin' to slide
next to Revlimit's Chevy.
If things go right,
then maybe some day,
I'll have me a drifter
from the U.S. of A.
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LONG POEM
Skreetching, echoes loudly threw the silence
its a story that's been told ever sence
His opponent stood like a monolith
The story of david and goliath
The invaders car shook the earth below
The hero became scared seeing his foe
But he would not back down from this stranger
The man mounted his stead like a ranger
Turned the key, he activated his lights
he was a veteran of many fights
The other car cost more then any he'd seen
He would confront it with a S thirteen
The other had brakes as big as his head
The hero would face him this night he said
The Nissan was modified by hand
That was not the case for the other man
Purchased brand new off the dodge dealers lot
He believed him self to be something hot
A woman stood in the shadows Waiting
not knowing why she was loving, hating
But she was there cheering, supporting him
dispite the fact there only hope seemed grim
He would have to attack like a sniper
For his opponent would be a Viper
Waiting for the race tore at his brave heart
His engine was on, he wanted to start
the clutch went in his RPMS went up.
the man next to him nodded and said 'sup'
Our Boy could only sigh and shake his head,
he said to him self, this rich jerk is dead
Gathering his courage he watched the road
The young man was now in full out race mode
The naturally aspirated beast
versus a turbo engine from the east
Both cars took off in a thick cloud of smoke
Caused mainly by the man's Viper's long stroke
The Domestic pulled out in front to turn
With massive torque and big rubber to burn
The hero wanted to be the winner
He needs to know, this guys no beginner
Tapping the brakes he oversteered Early
He would not loose to someone so surly
The Nissan stayed right on the dodges tail
He had made a commitment not to fail
They battled that way long into the night
Screetches would give the waiting girl a fright
The nissan wore 12 inch brakes, Metal pads
He'd stay with the car, regardless of fads
The Viper came in quick, came in too hot
The Nissan made his move, for the new slot
The pedal was tipped, the turbo was spooled
Alas our hero was totally fooled
The monsterous car closed up the large gap
He easily played our boy for a sap
The Trees, The grass, The bright stars in the sky
These things would be our only fair, clear eye
The Racers aproched the dark tight hairpin
some will still say it was only fair when
Out of the tight confines of the corner
Our Nissan would not need any mourners
The Nissan S thirteen was now in First
Our driver was dieing of a great thirst
Now the race was over and we had won
though no one was to sure how it was done
The difficult victory was very well earned
From then on the Viper never returned
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- Nissanguy_24 Robert HaleLast edited by nissanguy_24; 05-16-2004, 07:27 AM.
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