Didnt write this, but came across it and found it appropriate. Except for the 30,000

I miss it you know
Dancing on a razor's edge,
At one with the machine,
Floating across the asphalt to kiss the kerb, and disappear up the following
straight,
Wheels interlocked, breathless, foot hard on the throttle, inches apart
To the next corner, side by side, taming the beast, staying alive
Will he lift, do I dare, no moment to think, just react.
How late is too late, how far is too far,
The faces turn, thirty thousand they say, breathless, anticipating, how much
did they pay?
Into the corner, inches apart,
Fingertips and toes adjusting the slides,
wheels twitching this way and that,
Inches apart, wheels on the grass,
Clear track, mirrors full, which way will he go,
hold him off, one more lap,
Floating across the asphalt to kiss the kerb, and disappear up the straight,

Keep it tidy, keep it neat, focus, focus,
The faces turn, thirty thousand they say,
The chequered flag, relief,
A friendly wave, 'well done old boy'
Kids, sparkles in their eyes, breathless, crowd around,
"Did you win? Did you win?" Not today, not today,
It's quite now, the cars are gone, the crowd is too, thirty thousand they
said,
Was a good old dice, hard but fair,
Excitement, fury, control, release,
Seems so long ago, only yesterday,
I miss it you know, I do miss it so.

 

Not exactly Haiku, is it?

 

nice.

 

That was a nice read. I miss it too.

Besides the spelling errors.