Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the Knoxvegas Lowballers!

Twas the night before Christmas in the Lowballers Shop
Not a motor was turning, not even an MPV mid-engine swap
The struts were removed from the ball joints with care,
In hopes that Judge Phil’s residual soon would be fair.

The ‘ballers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While delusions of Effluency raced in their heads.
Just a month before Barber, pulled a car from a field,
Just in time, for a short winters build.

When under the hood there arose such a clatter,
I reached for the latch to see whats the matter.
Pulling the dipstick I foresaw some toil,
There was no Peak, no Lucas, no sign of OIL.

The metal rod gave a deceptive glow,
Oil was present, not black, but yellow!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my new favorite teammate with a twelve pack of beer.

With our fearless leader, all greasy and wary,
I knew it a moment that it must be Gary.
With excitement in his eyes and his head full of themes,
He tossed back some ‘Shine and called for the team:

“Now Seanan! Now Aaron!
Now Jeremy and Rob!
On, Brandon! On David!
Now Keith and Jerome!
On Brian, on Scott
Now Will and Clabo!

To the floorpan, the throttle!
Smokey burnouts and squall
Now grind away! Chop away! Weld away all!”

And then without blinking, we cut off the roof
Taking pictures of all, for undisputable proof.
With each new weld every smile grew
We had just frankensteined the old to the new.

Their eyes – how they twinkled! As the car became whole!
The body was bondo’d and they filled all the holes!
Into the paintbooth the new car did go,
Time for new themes for the MPV and Geo!
The wheels were all torqued, the lugnuts on tight,
A test drive was needed, to make sure all was right.
The new paint was dry, the color black as coal,
The extra engines were packed, the cars ready to roll!

The camper, the trailer, the racesuits all packed,
The cars all attached, the ratchets were strapped.
With the GPS programmed with Barber in route.
The Lowballers were ready… well, just about.

Lets go through the checklist, for the very last time,
We have wrenches, and sockets, and plenty of grime.
The Picnic table has gas, and so do the cars.
With plans for DOMINATION, we shoot for the stars!

Onto the interstate we lazily travel,
Weeks of exhaustion we mumble and babble.
But this is our fun, our joy, our saving grace.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good race!