I cleaned up and rode out to a whole crowd of fanatics..
..steal buffed of mold, grout, and chromed out in acids..   
Bolts found and fastened..
a cracked axle reinforced..
..for a dirt track massive as a back mountain ski resort.
..pyrotechnics fizzled out and cracked against the back stands.
Fire exit signals through the black assist the trapped fans.
..i'm revved off the draw of an exhaust valve and locked foot.   
And crept aloft the pause as the fog fell like log wood.    
I'm a Monster of a truck.. solid black with sequenced stripes..
And a spot of luck from off the polish rag the previous night.   
The lighting was classically set - low and stadium style..
Through the silence scattered steps roamed the stone atrium tiles.   

I fought my pistons as they shot shy from the spark sphere..
The shock system sat in all confines of  the park gear.
Driver done and turnt me up and listened to my engine whine. 
Visor scuffed and pursed shut and shifted for a second time..
Geared in and punched it just to see me stand straight up.. 
I veered for a young chick with a kiwi champaign cup.
Retracted my breaks as the driver turned tighter..
And balanced sideways on the curbs of my tires.
Saw the stricken horror as it glistened off her dream-scape
And boxed through torture as he lifted up the e-brake.
Skidded to a halt amidst the fears of the wide eyed.
And the bigot proved to fall to the interior nice guy.