A well-tuned engine, Pistons, Valves,

Cam, and Crank. The needle on the tach,

and the guy at the wheel.

Motion is a grinder polishing ports,

And a torque wrench on a head bolt.

Motion is a creeper, and a guy on top

with a hundred pounds of gearbox on his chest.

It’s the dirt that falls in his eyes when he lifts the thing into position.

Motion is mosquitoes around a shop light,

and oil draining from a sump.

Its carbon tetrachloride spilling off a freshly-washed carburetor,

and scrubbing greasy fingernails.

Motion is a fast arm on a still faster 4-speed.

The synchronizers, and the gears themselves.

Motion is turning slicks, and a good ET.

Motion is sitting in the sun,

At a place like Darlington, S.C.,

Where the track gets so hot it’ll fry an egg solid in 30 seconds.

Motion is a stocker on an oval bank, and a good pit crew.

Motion is the people, who take on the 4000-mile Trans-Canada Rally,

And the people who will go into hock to get enough money for a joyride in the country.

Motion is a blur of fences and farmhouses,

The wind, and a 4-wheel drift.

Motion is cars: Double-A fuelers; Grand National Stockers; Racing Sedans;

Supercars; Street Rods; Muscle Cars.

This is what motion is all about,

And this is what this association is about;