Seattle International Raceway 1978, I think
On Going Slow
06.23.2014
I loved it.. the roar of the car
The wind in the window
The helmet on my head
The 5 point belts and stiff suspension.
I went as fast as I could
On the race track, on the Autocross Course
In my head, in my mind, with my hands,
and flat out on the pedal.
That was then, this is now
I love to stop and savor
The hum of the car, the wind in the window
The Cushy ride with heated seats.
Speed left me when I met at last in ‘83
The Savior of my soul.
I love the slowness, the fullness, the joy,
Of life in the slow lane.
Now I am even eating and walking
At the slower pace of life
I love it.. the sweetness of the moment
The smile on Your face, the gentleness perceived.
It’s fun going slow!
06.23.2014
I loved it.. the roar of the car
The wind in the window
The helmet on my head
The 5 point belts and stiff suspension.
I went as fast as I could
On the race track, on the Autocross Course
In my head, in my mind, with my hands,
and flat out on the pedal.
That was then, this is now
I love to stop and savor
The hum of the car, the wind in the window
The Cushy ride with heated seats.
Speed left me when I met at last in ‘83
The Savior of my soul.
I love the slowness, the fullness, the joy,
Of life in the slow lane.
Now I am even eating and walking
At the slower pace of life
I love it.. the sweetness of the moment
The smile on Your face, the gentleness perceived.
It’s fun going slow!
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