GT poem stolen from a viper buddy


Silverbullitt

GT Owner
Mar 3, 2006
1,757
Lago Vista, TX
This is my GT. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My GT is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My GT, without me, is useless. Without my GT, I am useless. I must drive my GT true. I must drive straighter than my competitor who is trying to race me. I must beat him before he beats me. I will...

My GT and I know that what counts on the track is not the miles we go, the noise of our exhaust, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is winning that counts. We will win...

My GT is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its handling and its acceleration. I will keep my GT clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My GT and I are the defenders of my racetrack. We are the masters of our competitors. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is mine and there are no more competitors, but the checkered flag!