The flagman waved the red, not the green. That's when the crowd really started to scream. My right front wheel rolled way down the track, And no one ever did bring it back. Maybe my motorman just lost his touch, Maybe it's because I owe him so much. It couldn't be cuz my motor is too small.
Nothing seems logical at all.
But I'll fix it tommorow whatever the cost. I'd better keep my reasons for losing, private. But it sure wasn't cuz I couldn't drive it. You survey the remains of your lawnchairs at the end of the summer. It's only a few miles down the road, means 50 at least.