i'd love to see some literature on Racing haha. Good or bad or funny...lets what great minds on IA can think of.
come up with a peom, few lines on racing..
i'd love to see some literature on Racing haha. Good or bad or funny...lets what great minds on IA can think of.
Honda Guy
Yo i got a Honda
With which i banged yo mama
i couldnt get a ford
so i got a shit accord
Yo Yo Yo
Thug Life ,Claybird
(Copyright of claybird)
WANTED:
A Girl That is DTF for a PhD
^lol
damn so many scared to type up few line?
Hearts racing as I sit under the light...
Feet on the Brake Pedal....
All goes silent....
It's Green we want....
As it shines, tires chirp, engine cries, off we go
Then I see the Blue Lights....
roses are red
violets are blue
sunny is a big ricer
dont take anything i say srsly. its the interwebs.
U win. Now go kill a transmissionOriginally Posted by changaroo
i drive a lil honda
has no torque
but i still love my honda
lol
With the sound of motors running,
Some caming,
All is silent in my head,
Mind stays focused with my goal ahead,
First to finish,
Last to pass,
Should I die today,
At least I would be sure that I could say,
I lived my life in a different way.
You know better; next time will be a ban.
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But hes driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone
In her time of need.
Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
Hes going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
Hes haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, hes still driving,still making the grade.
Shes hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But hes striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone
In her time of need.
Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
Hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Hes going the distance.
Nice copyright infringement. Im sure Cake would love to know your taking credit for "The Distance" lol.
You know better; next time will be a ban.
i was waiting to see this!!! lol!!
i never said i wrote it, nor did the OP ask for you to write a poem.. just to come up with one.
this is the best song that has to do with racing...
im just fucking with you. but how do you know its just about racing and not something more...
You know better; next time will be a ban.
it's also about sex.
obviously a girl as well...
You know better; next time will be a ban.
having sex with that girl.
butt secks?
You know better; next time will be a ban.
so many butt secks
i wrote this one night and posted it here a while back....
The roar was deafening. The brilliant HID light bathed the world in a tell-tale white as he made his presence known. His knuckles were absolutely colorless as they hugged the leather wheel, as if hanging on for dear life. The hair on his back rose with a sort of inexplicable electricity as he eagerly ripped through the gears. The adrenaline rushed recklessly through his veins, throttling his heartbeat into an unparalleled state of rapid elation. The thunderous palpitations were a seamless metronome to the voracious, primal scream of the exhaust that served as a blissful soundtrack to his drive. The motor eagerly revved as if begging for more. He was merciless. His eyes were intently focused on the red-hot pavement, as the world around it nearly melted in a hazy blur.
7,000 RPM.
8,000 RPM.
9,000 RPM.
The motor did not let up as it propelled the car gracefully around the sharp corner, the rear end nearly forgetting to play catch-up with the front. That turn had slowed him down... he grinned and shifted down with a surgeon's precision, instantly pinned helplessly to his seat as the exhaust howled in pleasure. The sweet aroma of burnt rubber teased his flared nostrils and left him wanting more. It wasn't just him who wanted more - the car begged him to slam his eager right foot on the accelerator with no regard for the outside world... and he wasn't about to disappoint.
If this wasn't heaven, it was damn close.
My civic's the opposite of black, 2 rims ain't blue, I be got damned, neither are the other two.
'92 C2500 6.5 Turbo Diesel | '96 240sx
Ur President is black, ur rims aint to, yull be got damned if that Benz aint blie
CHASE ->>> WHAT MATTERS
"My civic is blue, my wheels is black. hold on a second cuz i gotta take a poo."
Gripping the steering wheel tight.
My nose full of fumes.
I accelerate quickly.
haiku bitches
I wake up everyday and climb out of bed from the right
I go straight to the shower and enter from the right
I take a shit and only let my right cheek touch the toilet
I am JDM as fuck you bitches know you heard it
I get in my RHD Civic on the right
I drive down the road into oncoming traffic they have me in sight
I'm JDM as fuck you bitches smell like dikes
I only go to Checkers because they support me
They have a JDM window just for hood Japs like me
The mail man can't touch me
Because he bought his car from a USPS delivery
you're badass
Banging Gears,
Chugging beers,
As I head down the highway
Soon I will die right away.
Holy shit this is fucking gay
Almost wanna throw up the burrito I had at chipotle
How could anyone actually think this was cool
Oh it was Sunny, now it makes sence seeing as he's IA's number 1 tool
Some people take cars to seriously and let them run their lives
I just smash 'em like a few fruit flys
My subaru would walk most of anything on IA and that's the truth
40 kick, shift to third then 4th and I'd be 5 cars in front of you
third or 3rd?
You are not a G Alex. G's don't drive slobaru's and if they did they would of atleast started off with a 22b or even an STi. Bring back your e-thug gangster response.
didnt the OP say it had to do with racing??
I don't give a fuck!
I make my own goddamn rules. If you're a G you'd understand LOL.
excuse me sir, could I see your green card please?
haha, jk. you go to Andretti last night?
Shoot up some herion, doin some coke. I gotta burn some rubber, and cough on the smoke. My fwd turblow, better than the rest. Gotta eat some chicken, kentucky fried breast.
yep that was pretty gay
No sig ATM
~Ode to 1997 Honda Civic DX~
It’s 11:30pm when I hit the street
Because at midnight is when real racers meet.
I learned that from a video game
Midnight club I think was the name.
Streets are empty; you could hear the drop of a pin
It’s the only time I can hear my V-TEC kick-in.
Some say it’s quiet as a mouse,
Say that now Mother Fucker… 8,000rpm clutch drop when I leave my house.
I practice a few launches but something’s not right,
I gotta hit the speed shop to make my whip tight.
24 hour AutoZone is lit up like the dawn,
When I park I leave the neon’s on.
Guy in the lot say “What kinda car is that?”
“97 Honda Civic son, it's the Invader body kit makes it look so fat.”
He let out a chuckle and replied “Isn’t that an economy car?”
“Naw son, closest thing to a street legal racecar by far.”
With nothing left to say I went in,
Right as I entered I spotted the Altezza taillights in the clearance bin
$5 is they for real?
Someone is going to get fired for this mistake I feel
I swoop them up and install them in the lot, but something’s just not right
Hell I know I’ll take off the hubcaps, ‘cause rocking steelies looks so tight
As I prepare to pull out of the store, a car catches my eye
A black Silvia coupe goes passing by
Redline once more, to launch after this fool
He ain’t never see a ride this cool
Catch him sitting at the red light
I pull up next to him with my neon’s shining bright
Needle swings up once again,
Rev-limiter launches is where it’s at my friend
My Civic is ready to go at peak power
Maybe this time I’ll hit 0-60 in less than half an hour
Light turns green and I release the clutch,
86 foot pounds of torque will show this fool what’ up
The black Silvia pulls at least 10 school buses on my ass
But with the Ricer-flyby I’ll have the last laugh
This is for my homies with the B16s...
the B18s...
the D16s...
the H22s...
and the F22s...
the S2K and the Element too..
And if you drive a 'Teg yo props for you/
i hip hop for you.. i drive my Integra everyday to school//
i cop my rims and i act a fool/
when i drive by the mall yo the bitches drool.//
they be like "Whoa.. damn.. you car is cool... can i have a ride?"/
Baby hop inside...//
V-Tec Baby.. B18C5.. V-Tec Baby.. Yea we doin it live..
If it ain't a tyte car than it ain't a Type R..
it ain't a Type R then it ain't a tyte car..
if it aint a Type R than it ain't a tyte car..
if it ain't a tyte car then it ain't a Type R..
I love my Honda..
Like i love my ganja..
I smoke a V8 like i smoke marijuana..
I love my Honda..
Like i love my ganja..
I smoke a V8 like I smoke marijuana..
this one is not bad.. just the type r and tyte car thing.. too many repeats
COWBOY BUTT SECKS
WANTED:
A Girl That is DTF for a PhD
roses are red
violets are blue
i livez mah live a quarter mile at a time
how about you
lol @ thread
tearing through the gears
needle screaming to redline
such chaotic bliss
B18C5
oh fuck yeah, motherfucker
JDM tyte y0
intoxicating
the scent of burning rubber
and high octane fuel
whos in my rearview
HIDs coming up fast
damn it, a ricer
i love my honda
i rev on everybody
fuck torque anyways
my blood, sweat, and tears
made an economy car
fast... no, just kidding.
bliss is downshifting
from third down to second gear
out of hairpin turns
i am bored in class
and thus im writing haikus
this is fucking sad
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