An ode for the big day

[esprit350]

An ode for the big day out, English was never my strong point so if you can do better; please try

In Hethel did Colin Chap

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Track, the sacred circuit, ran

through chicanes measureless to man

High speed in a V8 Esprit

So twice five miles on hallowed ground

With cones and tyres scattered round:

And there were drivers bright with extensive thrills,

Where blossomed many Series one, two and three;

And here came cars from the ancient mills,

Enfolding sunny birthplace of Esprit

With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Dan]

Very good! Can I play too?

Esprit Fever

I must go out in the Esprit again, to the Norfolk meet of the guys,

And all I ask is a clear road, and some premium fuel to buy,

And the wheel's kick and the four's song and the fast overtaking,

And a wry grin on the driver's face - and nothing breaking!

I must go out in the Esprit again, for the call of Hethel's pride,

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

And all I ask is a factory day, with the hot sun shining,

And a track lap in the new Esprit we know they're designing!

I must go out in the Esprit again, in my favourite wedgie car,

To the charity run and the parking-up fun, and meeting in the bar;

And all I ask are merry yarns from a fellow Lotus-lover,

And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip's over.

with sincere apologies to John Masefield.

[Bibs]

Very good guys, like it

[Splodge s4]

Ah, I can beat that, its called 'The Esprit exhaust'.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

BOOOOM, BOOOOM, BOOOOM, BOOOOM

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BOOOOOOM..... you get the idea

you may have heard it before under a different title....