Races Long Since Past

Loopty loop is what they do. They see a circle, when, in actuality, it is an elipse. They live at an Athletic Club, and compete once a year. ONE bar is chosen. Around me it was three. Coaches was a lover for a cover, Mr. Gordon. That bartender lifted his shirt forme to rub his belly right away. I pulled it down to maintain his dignity on film. Where are you anyway, Charlie? No more little doggie, more like rock hard abs. You were too good for everyone anyway. Sandford Police is what my mind's eye does see. Detective infinity. The Wild Beaver was just the infinity divinity, even though the teams were set (driver and sponsor). I met two teams, but walked away after the second went creepy once I got upstairs in their Athletic Club lair. Bearcats was the Speedway itself. Indy car was even brought onto premises at a certain point. The mechanic introduced me, Chitty Chiity Bang Bang. The driver blew up that day. So strange is the machine of Indy racing that Formula one doesn't even sound fun. I am Hope, just Hope.