drive drive driving hours on end, grandmas to odessa in and our of bends. Faster faster we go down the highway of 90. Seems like were the only ones alive. Then we rest at moses lake. Only after my dad awakes. Then were back flying through the desert. Just so we can get a hat or shirt. When we arrive the camp seems to come alive, people going fast and in your face. Thinking there going to win the race. But I'm riding and riding and urning for the cup. Just so I can shut them up. Not this year, because I got hit. I got hit hard enough to make me quit. So not this year, oh no. But next year, I'll give them a show.