Almost There
Rondeau
by Michael Grant Smith
My car goes faster when I tweak,
combustion answers I must seek.
The timing set to smoothly run,
ignition gains that will be won:
performance not yet close to peak.
The Zenith Strombergs often leak,
for British carbs are quite unique;
but when the right adjustment's done,
My car goes faster.
Its chassis starts to flex and creak,
suspension members long antique.
A sporty roadster built for fun
meets endless days of summer sun.
I drop the clutch, my tires shriek:
My car goes faster.