It starts out as nothing
Starts out as just a frame.
An engine, a soul with no life
A body, empty on the inside
Not for long,
as the mechanics
approach the lost soul.
They plan to rebuild it,
Give it a new life
it never knew it had.
They can overcome Ferrari,
A powerhouse like no other.
Their odds of winning
almost zero to none.
The mechanics spend all
Day and all night
Giving this car
Una Nuova Vita.
Carroll Shelby,
A mastermind at work.
In my eyes,
A person smarter
than einstein
And Edison combined.
A genie in his own work,
Wrenches and bolts
flying everywhere.
Finally, after multiple days
Of hard work and sacrifice,
The beautiful GT40 is completed.
Ready to go,
Now to just find the perfect driver.
So many to choose from,
But like a puzzle
Only 1 fits.
Ken Miles,
A great driver
But one with an attitude
Like an angry bull.
He is hell-bent on winning
Always pushing at max speed,
No matter the cost.
Ford despises him,
But they despise losing more.
As they all say,
No risk, no reward.
The flag is down
and the drivers sprint to their cars
Getting in, turning it on
Off they go, trying to avoid each other
Some crash, some don’t
Some live, some won’t.
Taking the apex of each corner,
upshifting at the right time,
Caressing the car to push its own limits.
Finally, the straights are up ahead
Pushing 7000 RPMs,
The end of the perfect lap coming to an end,
Now to do it again. T
he finish line up ahead,
Ken Miles inching ahead,
A photo finish as they cross the line.
Ford can’t contain their excitement as they win.
Everything they have worked so hard for,
Everything they have risked
Has paid off.