This poem was posted Christmas Day, 2004
A Christmas Poem from Hi Performance Hobbies
Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the track,
Not a driver was driving, but Cool from Team Hack;
The stockings were hung on the pit benches with care,
In hopes that UPS soon would be there;
The racers were sitting, all snug at their benches,
And Kevin was looking for Jim, to borrow some wrenches;
When out on the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
Steve sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
The light from Dillon's Warehouse on the new-fallen snow
Gave the shine of mid-day to trucks parked below,
When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a yellow 1/10 scale buggy, and eight sponsored drivers with beer;
With an underage driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Trick Nick.
More rapid than mod buggies these racers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Matt Francis! now, Atsushi Hara! Brian Kinwald, Doug Gaut
and Billy Easton!
On, Taylor James! on Cody Jandrakovic! on, Neil Cragg and Tony Leatherman!
So up to the drivers stand the sponsored racers they flew,
With the tool box full of graphite parts, and Trick Nick too.
With the BQ-Helmet on top of his head,
People began to wonder, if he was brain-dead;
A bundle of hop-ups he had flung on his back,
The drivers all ran to him, like junkies needing crack;
He spoke many a word as he went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; except for one belonging to a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, back up the stairs he rose;
He sprang to his buggy, to his sponsored racers gave a whistle,
And away they all flew with the speed of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, now watch me TQ tonight!"