Thread: Merry Christmas GPF.

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a silvermist Grand Prix and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this Grand Prix, I hope it ain't got a blower.
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Grand Prix erupts in clouds of FWD 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 the Grand Prix gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing.
I now hear the whine of this Pontiac gaining,
All I can do is keeping the four-banger straining.
In a second the shock wave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the tail lights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing,"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With more stickers tomorrow, I'll give him a fight!

I found this on another forum, and I edited it for you guys. Happy holidays!

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silvermist cars are slow tho......

Originally Posted by TheOtherNick

silvermist cars are slow tho......

sh*t, I thought those were the fast ones.

The fastest gp's are the ones nobody has ever seen, so we no not of the color or the speed, just live on brench racing tales from the interwebz.

Winning.

Holy old CGP Repost!

Originally Posted by Explicit_Spade

Holy old CGP Repost!

Is it? I just seen it today except the version I saw was about vettes. My bad.

Still a classic, most people on here have probably never read it *cough* noobs *cough*

Someone needs to make one about cobras!

Originally Posted by Explicit_Spade

Someone needs to make one about cobras!

Meh, that would be lame.

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a POS Cobra and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To walk this ford slowbra, even though he's got a blower.
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Cobra stalls first gear, this must be Slowpoke.
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,
And I know he'll miss third, and the whine about traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing.
I now hear the Cobra whine, Lulz, I think he's gaining.
All I can do is keep the four-banger straining.
In a second the shock wave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the tail lights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You almost had me," he says in fling,
"I missed third, plus I can't get traction with this stupid thing"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
Typical Cobra owner, you saw the ricer fly by right?