Red is my Skyline

Red is my Skyline,
It doth not want (to get gold).
I drive it through the green pastures,
And past the still waters,
And into the Trial Mountains.
I will see no monkeys,
For this be a licence test.

Yea, though I travel through the valley of the shadow of death,
Again and again and again...
Thy medal of gold and thy prize car appeareth not for to comfort me.

My Skyline hath turbo-boost,
And V-spec options and four-wheel drive,
Yet it walloweth around in a manner like unto a '59 Caddy.
And, despite thine exhortations,
It understeereth not only when it doth accelerate,
But when it doth decelerate also.

I fear there will be no goodness and mercy
To prevent me from committing at least one small error on each run.
So that with infrequence I will get within 5 hundredths,
But no closer,
And I will dwell in the ranks of silver medallists,
For ever.


GT2toXS, 2004