Twas the night before Christmas and at that stop light, Was a Chevy V8 with no cops in sight, Will try and will pray with dam V8 Chevy beater, To be the victor against a damn Mopar Chevy eater, As the light turned to green and he sprayed that dam beater, The Mopar erupts and he knew she was a real Chevy eater. Now Yenko, Now Crusher, Now Rev-ver, now Stroker were the names of Chevys to bring on a miracle. Racing ahead as that Chevy ran the red light, and as the Muscle Mopar started getting some traction. Grabbing second and Chevy’s RPM's were a straining, as the roar of that monster Mopar a gainer. All that Chevy could do was to look in the mirror. As the shockwave hits with such a blast, And the Mopar still spinning just flying past, don't bother with third, 'just pray for your *** and try to act cool as you Yenko up his pants. Looking up at them Mopar taillights as they got even smaller, The Mopar backed off as he wiped that Chevy’ ***! "You can't win them all," not even a Ford, "You may never win any in that silly bowtie," Scowled and revved and let out a sigh, as the classic Mopar turned around with a high speed fly-by, Then the Chevy owner smiled as if to saying, Not today not tonight but hoping someday, to own a Mopar instead of a Chevrolet sleigh!
A Real Mopar Christmas Carol
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A MOPAR MERRY CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets,
Only Mopars were winning against Ford and "Heartbeats"
The stop lights were hung over the streets with care,
Getting ready to change for those drivers who care.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Hot Wheels danced in their heads.
My wife was on the phone and I in the garage,
Staring at my "Miss Mopar" collage.
When out on the drive rolled up such a rumble,
You knew for the owner it was hard to be humble.
I recognized the sound but had to see for myself,
I knew this was no blue oval elf.
I was right, there it was, in it's Hemi glow,
A 426 stoker built for go.
As the door opened wide,
A large sack of parts was then tossed outside.
A leg swung out with a tall black boot,
Then there he stood in a red and white suit.
It was Santa, St. Nick, in all of his glory
"But Santa, please tell me, just what is the story.
"Where is your sleigh, your eight tiny reindeer?"
He said "I traded them in on 475+ horses and a 4.10 SureGrip gear.
I test drove 'em all, every single musclecar,
But none can beat 'Chevies' like a '66 to '74 Mopar.
"And so you've been good and learned all the tricks,
So I'm swapping your small block for a 426!"
Then he grabbed up his tools and went straight to the chore,
The swap took one hour, no less and no more.
This guy was good, but something wasn't right,
Santa couldn't have learned to do that overnight.
He torqued the last nut and then walked away,
"With this" he said proudly, " you'll beat 'Chevies' all day!"
All at once it hit me, I recognized the voice,
His skill with the tools, his words of choice.
Once I figured it out, it was really no surprise,
This was "Chryco" in a Santa disguise.
He collected up his tools and went back to his ride,
Put his stuff in the trunk and hopped back inside.
With a whine of the starter, the beast came alive,
And with shift to reserve, he backed out of the drive.
With one hand he shifted into first,
And the Mopar jumped forward with a quick but smooth burst.
I could see he was happy, about what he had done,
He had turned my car into major Mopar fun.
But he had to be going, he had much to do,
Lots of Hemi big blocks to be swapped in hours too few.
And I heard him exclaim as he chirped second gear.
"Have a smooth running Christmas and a Mopar New Year"
'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets,
Only Mopars were winning against Ford and "Heartbeats"
The stop lights were hung over the streets with care,
Getting ready to change for those drivers who care.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Hot Wheels danced in their heads.
My wife was on the phone and I in the garage,
Staring at my "Miss Mopar" collage.
When out on the drive rolled up such a rumble,
You knew for the owner it was hard to be humble.
I recognized the sound but had to see for myself,
I knew this was no blue oval elf.
I was right, there it was, in it's Hemi glow,
A 426 stoker built for go.
As the door opened wide,
A large sack of parts was then tossed outside.
A leg swung out with a tall black boot,
Then there he stood in a red and white suit.
It was Santa, St. Nick, in all of his glory
"But Santa, please tell me, just what is the story.
"Where is your sleigh, your eight tiny reindeer?"
He said "I traded them in on 475+ horses and a 4.10 SureGrip gear.
I test drove 'em all, every single musclecar,
But none can beat 'Chevies' like a '66 to '74 Mopar.
"And so you've been good and learned all the tricks,
So I'm swapping your small block for a 426!"
Then he grabbed up his tools and went straight to the chore,
The swap took one hour, no less and no more.
This guy was good, but something wasn't right,
Santa couldn't have learned to do that overnight.
He torqued the last nut and then walked away,
"With this" he said proudly, " you'll beat 'Chevies' all day!"
All at once it hit me, I recognized the voice,
His skill with the tools, his words of choice.
Once I figured it out, it was really no surprise,
This was "Chryco" in a Santa disguise.
He collected up his tools and went back to his ride,
Put his stuff in the trunk and hopped back inside.
With a whine of the starter, the beast came alive,
And with shift to reserve, he backed out of the drive.
With one hand he shifted into first,
And the Mopar jumped forward with a quick but smooth burst.
I could see he was happy, about what he had done,
He had turned my car into major Mopar fun.
But he had to be going, he had much to do,
Lots of Hemi big blocks to be swapped in hours too few.
And I heard him exclaim as he chirped second gear.
"Have a smooth running Christmas and a Mopar New Year"
74360duster
JEREMY
That Was Excellent.have A Very Mopar Christmas And A Chevy Eating New Year.
demon seed
The Original Demon Seed
Ah, brings a lump to the throat.
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