He had the fastest car in town
Written after drag racing at Spokane RaceWay in Washington, Labour Day Weekend, 1997. Raider is the 1987 Mustang Convertible. I lost a wheel returning to the pits shortly after my 106 mph run.
He had the fastest car in town Nay, the fastest car around Some say his foot was made of lead And sooner or later he’d be dead.
In Spokane for the big show At 4 o’clock he had to go To the Raceway, to show the Yanks, Canucks and Stangs can surely rank.
On with the dumps, off with the plates Time trials were closing, Raider was late. Skinnies up front and slicks in the back, Raider was ready, she was on the attack.
With front brakes locked he did the burn Raider was next, it was her turn Creeping up slowly so he could stage He kept his eyes glued to the tachometer gauge.
Popping the clutch at around 4 grand He wanted to be fastest in the land He didn’t know it but at that time He broke a stud right on the line.
In less than a second he had to shift Out of first gear, this was real swift. Moments later he shifted again He was beating the car in the other lane.
One more shift, the end of the quarter Then braking hard to make the corner The car was weaving and making a sound Like the tire was broken, or was out of round.
Making it slowly across the lot Raider was ailing, the wheel was shot With a crash and a scraping the car was down The wheel was rolling in front, on the ground.
Racing was over, at least for the night With a 12.94 that sounded all right At one-oh-six with the wheel staying on He wasn't complaining though he hadn't won
At the awards that were held the next day He was pleasantly surprised to hear them say He had won Best Time at the strip Despite only making that one fateful trip.
Pit-crew Barbie was elated For the guy whom she had dated Lost his wheel not going fast So he’ll be around, he’s going to last.
He had the fastest car in town Or maybe the fastest car around? Raider is ready, for another turn Watch Race City, they will return.