KP'S POEM


	PRATER RACING \| home HISTORY \| PICTURES \| MORE PICTURES \| WHY DO WE DO SO WELL RACING???? \| KIDS PAGE \| RESULTS \| ABOUT ME \| Contact Me \| RACE LINKS \| KP'S POEM KP'S POEM I GREW UP AT A RACE TRACK, THAT'S HOW I GOT MY KICKS, WATCHING MY DAD, DRIVE HIS #46. CHANGING TIRES, AND SCRAPING THE MUD CLEAN, THAT'S WHAT I DID, WHEN I WAS 12 OR 13. I HUNG AROUND ALL THE RACERS, AND LISTENED AND SMILED, FOR ONE DAY I'D DRIVE, WARSAW'S QUARTER MILE. AT 19 YEARS OLD, I BOUGHT MY FIRST RACE CAR, A 72 CHEVELLE, THAT ALREADY HAD THE ROLL BARS. AT 20 YEARS OLD, I WON MY FIRST RACE, YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE, THE SMILE ON MY FACE. THEN SOME RICH FOLKS DECIDED, TO SHUT OUR TRACK DOWN, SO AFTER ONE YEAR OF RACING, IT WAS BACK TO A FROWN. TEN YEARS WENT BY, AND WE BUILT A NEW CAR, A PURESTREET AT SHADY, 70 MILES ISN'T THAT FAR. WE STARTED OUT SLOW, AND SPUN OUT ONCE OR TWICE, ENDED THE SEASON STRONG, 2ND IN POINTS THAT WAS NICE. THIS YEAR WAS ROUGH, WE BROKE DOWN A LOT, BUT WHEN WE FINISHED A RACE, WE LOOKED REALLY HOT. NOW BUILDING A NEW CAR, FOR THE UPCOMING YEAR, IN 2003, MY NAME THEY WILL CHEER. SO WHO DO I THINK, WILL WIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP NEXT YEAR, A NUMBER THAT MY DAD, HOLDS VERY DEAR. TO WATCH 46, TAKE HOME THE GOLD, WOULD BE SPECIAL TO MY DAD, LIKE MY DAYS OF OLD. A POEM BY KP