"RallyWrench" (rndlitebmw)
08/28/2014 at 16:12 • Filed to: None | 0 | 0 |
A little poem I put together for an XR4Ti owning bicycle mechanic buddy who has one & bailed me out with an old BioPace crank arm for one of my beater bikes. This & a six pack was his price. I'm no poet, but I thought y'all might get a kick out of it:
XR4Ti, Apple Of My Eye, Merkur Be Thy Name
As I lay me down to sleep, to consider which car is most sweet
My mind races like a 2.3, but only as I think of thee
There is no doubt, I shall not demur
On high I say your name, XR4Ti, Merkur
Boosting hard, I shall be, surprising bitchin' Camaros
Big muscle brought to its knees, by engines raised from Pintos
Where's it from, from where's it come?
Germany, 'Murica, Britain?
You could guess, but try again, it's all of the above
There is one we hold in highest of esteem,
The best, baddest, strongest player on this team
It reigns above all, the king of the type
Cossie be thy name, its wing worth all the hype
A smaller engine, yet more power, how does this go?
The answer, my friend, is a gigantic fucking turbo
RS500, Sierra Cosworth, BTCC, dominate it did
Shooting flames, hauling ass, the others ran & hid
Hark, we must not forget, the IMSA XR4Ti
A tube frame monster, in 'Murica it did try
To race on Sunday, sell on Monday
But alas, buyers did not pay
An international amalgamation of different parts it was
Sales flop & track sensation, it set the press abuzz
A sophisticated mashup of Ford's choicest bits
On the sales floor, alas, it was not a hit
'Twas not enough, to take the fight, to those asshole Germans
Those Hans & Franz, Nurburgringing, sausage eating Hermans
Cousin to a Mustang, and a Thunderbird
The poor Merkur's voice was hardly heard
Silly styling, 'furrin name, it couldn't play the game
Yet we love it, orphan car, all the same, all the same...