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The Time Trial: A poem by Todd Rose


Greg Haese pushes wide coming to the checkered flag on a qualifying run July 30, 2021 at Norway Speedway,

NOTE: There really isn't much to say about this one as it is kind of self explanatory. I've always been intrigued with the concept of driver vs. the clock that qualifying or time trials bring up. The final stanza, or at least the opening line, was something that I had in my head for a while and I thought it fit this concept well. I hope you guys enjoy!


I should also note I have no real life experience with qualifying though I have ample laps on iRacing and, on there, I'm a terrible qualifier!


The Time Trial


For the next minute,

maybe more, maybe less.

All attention will be focused

on one car, one driver, one soul,

as they work to beat the clock.

To be the fastest.


First lap.

Build speed, feel the car, prepare.

Second.

Hit the marks, listen to the tires squeal, push.

Third, white flag.

Drive in deeper, jaw clenched, push harder.


To tiptoe so loudly

and peer beyond the edge of control.

To be the center of attention,

pit against the competition

of every ticking second.

To be the fastest.

That is the Time Trial.

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