Friday 17th October 

Engines roar like thunder 
Slicing through the air 
At Autódromo Internacional 
The thrill's beyond compare 

Wheels spin and tires screech 
A dance upon the track 
With every lap they race 
There’s no time to look back 

So many twists and turns 
There's no room to spare 
As the adrenaline flows 
Screaming through the air 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx