angels, indeed!

Angels Indeed!... Flyin' around a corner, playin' a wicked game of chance... Comes a hero, a devil, a man in leather pants. He's driftin' the whip...(as they say in the parlance) Tempting death, for certain, with his suggestive little dance. A pot-hole, a pebble, a teeny patch of sand.. Could send him off, careening, No tellin' where he'd land. On the tangent now, as the car comes correct.. Winks, at the dash mount camera... Wouldn't you just expect? Danger, adrenaline, anger, and riteous brother speed. Converge, in an instant... Filling a gearhead's need. Should he live tonight, to race another day? Or, in living, give it up...and get on his knees and pray? Ne'er shall we know...at least, for a week or so. 'Til race days rolls 'round again. And he feels the urge to GO! Heaven blessed us with horsepower... And these angels... They're all, hell-bound....