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Saratoga Speedway

summers as a pit kid

By KatPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Saratoga Speedway
Photo by Tim Trad on Unsplash

First summer dad raced stock cars with the boys

The kids got matching butter yellow shirts

To get us all the action and the noise

With black sixty covered in grease and dirts.

We sat on picnic tables in the pits

Ate sandwich kept in dusty ziploc bag

The smoking engines, scrap metal and hits

Up high the serpent flow of starter’s flag.

Sat tight with mom as sky turned dark charcoal

We jumped and cheered as dad took second place

She dropped her cigarette and burnt a hole

My tracksuit ruin'd but soothed by her embrace.

I watched him fail and win, I watched him try

The sing of tires on track my lullaby.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Kat

A westcoast modern mystic and mother of two.

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