The crowd is cheering

Up in the stands.

But they don't know the feeling

Of the wheel in my hands.

The tires are spinning,

The people are wincing,

At the terror and thrill of the crash

In my path.

The final lap has come,

The exhaustion set in.

With the checkered flag

Saying "You're going to Win!"

500 feet

200 feet

And I lost it,

He got the win.