Night before Christmas

Night before Christmas

The Night Before Christmas -- ASCS Style Lonnie Wheatley TULSA,Okla. (December 24, 2005) Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Speedway Not a creature was stirring, not even a blade. The pit gates were...

The Night Before Christmas -- ASCS Style

Lonnie Wheatley
TULSA,Okla. (December 24, 2005)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Speedway
Not a creature was stirring, not even a blade.

The pit gates were chained and bolted with care,
But to no avail as the ASCS racers would soon be there.

The promoter's kids were all snuggled in their beds,
With visions of clay-spewing Sprint Cars screaming through their heads.

His wife in her Sam 15 tee, and he in his Tony Bruce hoodie,
Rilat, Chappell, Martens and scores more were on the way for a Winter-time goodie.

Then out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
The crisp winter air was suddenly filled with racer's chatter.

He sprung to his ticket counter in such a great flash,
Just in time to see Toby Brown lead the pit gate crash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
The track was miraculously clear and ready to go.

Then what to his incredulous eyes did appear on the lawn,
The head of ASCS himself, it was Emmett Hahn.

An endless line of sparkling sprint cars did enter,
The American Sprint Cars on Tour was front stage and center.

The sweet scent of methanol filled the air as they readied for game,
Emmett tugged on his belt loops and called them by name.

Now Gary Wright! Now Ray Allen Kulhanek! Now Sean McClelland!
On Billy Alley! On Gary Taylor! On Scott Young! Champions all.

Here's Darren Stewart, Toby Chapman, Danny Jennings, Eric Miller and more,
Let's take to the track and see who stands tall.

Heats and Qualifiers, who will go forward,
Those that can pass will seize the reward.

Then to the feature we will go,
To see who is tonight's star of the show.

The promoter smiled with glee as here came the fans,
They came from every direction, some even driving vans.

Hot dogs and burgers for the kids, it was oh so nice,
And for the adults there was beer on ice.

The glimmering sprint cars circled the track,
For on this night there were no bombers to pack.

ASCS Sprint Cars only, a fan's delight,
The common question was: Who can beat Gary Wright?

Heat races started as the lights went green,
Just another great dirt trackin' scene.

Heroic moves and spinetingling slidejobs were the norm,
As from the surrounding hilltops echoed the storm.

With heats and qualifiers in the books,
It would be a true Race of the Ages from all looks.

Twin B's would fill the feature field,
And from that point on, nobody would yield.

From the bleachers the faithful ASCS fans cheered on their heroes,
For on this December night there were no zeroes.

The feature offered up plenty of thrills,
And a couple of hearty drivers walked away from nasty spills.

As the checkered flag flew, there was a booming ovation,
And from victory lane, there was much elation.

With trophy girls on each arm, the winner smiled in the light,
Light from the cameras on this magical night.

The promoter smiled and shook the fans' hands,
My goodness, he wondered, who will pick up all these cans?

As the racers left, the promoter shut down for the night,
But I heard him exclaim before he shut down the lights,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

-ascs-

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