[blue66]

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my Dodge.
The tools were all hung on the wall with care,
With hopes in the morning they'd still be all there.
With Ma in my t-shirt and I in my shorts,
I was doing some headwork, polishing ports.
I almost was finished and ready for bed,
And the visions of Rodecks that would dance in my head.
When all of a sudden I heard such a blast
I thought it a Hemi- or something else fast.
I jumped to my feet and ran out the back door,
To see what the hell could make such a roar.
It sure sounded bad, so I ran for the coupe,
Tripped on a crankshaft and broke the hood scoop.
Dazed and confused I looked up in the night,
And my eyes beheld an astonishing sight.
Two four barrel Holleys, a big tunnel ram,
Two o two heads and a big roller cam
Lakewood ladders, an Alston cage,
It had all the parts that now are the rage.
With centerline wheels, a mag for the juice,
I knew it could turn every which way but loose.
The little old driver was all primed and stoked,
I knew in a moment that this was no joke.
He looked like the Grump except hair of white,
And screeched to a halt there in the night.
He threw out a bag and it fell to my feet,
And said with this you'll never be beat.
As I stood there looking with a dumbfounded stare,
He sidestepped the clutch and no longer was there.
I took the bag, stashed it in the garage,
And soon forgot about the old Dodge.
For days on end in the shop I would hide,
And began on building the ultimate ride.
Toiling all day and into the night,
Twisting on bolts, torqued them tight.
Cranking parts on, tight with brute force,
'till in came my wife and wanted divorce.
I said don't begrudge the dreams of your man,
Now under the car and tighten the pan!
After hours on end it finally was done,
And now I could actually hear the thing run.
I twisted the key, pumped on the gas,
It gave out a cough and let out a blast.
We rolled in the street, laid on the throttle,
Hooked up the tires and then hit the bottle.
The tach swung on over, it screamed out its guts,
You could tell that this bitch was built to the nuts.
I knew from now on with my Dodge I'd be bored,
Because I now owned the Mouse That Roared.
So if your belief in Christmas dreams burst,
Just look in the shop- mines there with a Hurst.


Merry Christmas everyone!!

[Aaron]

nice

[aukai]

Thanks Brian, you have a way with words. Merry Christmas everyone

[70 SS 454]

Merry Christmas to all

[blue67chevelle]

Very cool! Merry Christmas

[Helmet]

'Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,

I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this darn A-Body, even with its big blower,

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The A-Body erupts in clouds of tire smoke,

Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,

Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that V8 gets traction,

Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing,

I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four banger straining,

In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now its too late,

Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,

The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in a fling,

"You may not win any, in that silly thing
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,

With my new mods tomorrow..... it will be a better night

Merry Christmas!

[marks412]

I always new from a little kid, Santa was a small block 4spd guy. I didn't know about the Nitrous though.

Verry cool, Merry Christmas to all on TC.

[66 BRONZE]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all you guys.

[blue66]

Originally Posted by Helmet

'Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,

I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this darn A-Body, even with its big blower,

As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The A-Body erupts in clouds of tire smoke,

Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,

Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that V8 gets traction,

Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing,

I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four banger straining,

In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying now, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now its too late,

Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,

The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in a fling,

"You may not win any, in that silly thing
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,

With my new mods tomorrow..... it will be a better night

Merry Christmas!