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The Wrench Who Stole Racing
A NASCAR Christmas Story
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Quote Of The Day: "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." — The Gospel according to St. Luke, Ch.2 V.1-14, Happy Birthday: Randy Earnhardt, Charles Comstock, Starr Elliott, Jesus Christ 7 DAY ARCHIVE SundayMonday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday INSIDE TODAY'S ISSUE: Boyer takes over crew chief duties for No. 40 team Marlin to run limited Busch schedule for FitzBradshaw Racing High-horsepowered Night Before Christmas Craven gets Superchips as truck sponsor Fuge buys truck team Harvick enters Grand National West race in January Corporation buys SCORE Motorsports, puts Hermie in car, Ince as crew chief Seasons change but work never ends Crosby becomes third woman to compete full-time in Busch Series Chastised "Chase" gave NASCAR excitement, ratings The Year That Never Was The Wrench Who Stole Racing The agony and the ecstasy of 2004
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By Greg Engle
(adapted from the " How The Grinch stole Christmas, by Dr. Suess) Down in Fan-ville they liked racing a lot But the ‘Wrench’, who lived just north of Fan-ville, did NOT! The ‘Wrench’ hated racing! The whole racing season. Now please don’t ask why No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his helmet wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be,perhaps, that his ‘steering’ was too tight. But I think the most likely reason of all May have been that his hands was two sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his head or his hands, He stood there the night before the first race, hating the Fans. Staring down from his cave with a sour, Wrenchy pout
At the motorhomes below in the infield scattered all about.
"And they’re wearing driver t-shirts!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tommorrow is race day! It’s practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Wrench fingers nervously drumming,
" I MUST find a way to keep race day from coming!"
For, tommorrow, he knew...All Fan guys and gals
Would wake up bright and early with screams and happy howls...
They’d head for the track.
They’d rush the grandstands!
Hats on their heads and scanners in their hands.
They drop that green flag and then,
And then!
Oh the noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That’s the one thing he hated!
The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
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And they’d race.
And they’d race!
And they’d RACE! RACE! RACE! RACE!
Those infernal machines would start going round, the Fans all cheering, yelling so loud!
But, before all of THAT they’d do something he liked least of all.
Every Fan down in Fan-ville, the tall and the small, in the stands, in the infield
And along the pit wall,
Would place their Fan hands over their little Fan hearts,
And they’d start singing.
They’d sing!
And they’d sing.
AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Wrench thought of the Fan-pre-race-Sing,
The more the Wrench thought, "I must stop this whole thing!",
"Why for fifty-four years I’ve put up with it now!
I MUST stop this race from running!....
But how?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE WRENCH GOT A WONDERFUL,AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Wrench laughed in his throat.
And he made a quicky drivers hat and a drivers black leather coat.
And he chuckled and clucked, "What a great Wrenchy trick!"
With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Dale Earnhardt did in 1996!"
"All I need now is a crew chief and a car..."
The Wrench looked around. But since crew chiefs are scarce,
There was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Wrench...?No!
The Wrench simply said," If I can’t find a crew chief, I’ll make one instead!"
So he called his dog Max.
Then he took an old NAPA hat and placed it on his head.
THEN he loaded some bags,
And some old empty sacks
On a ramsackle old Pontiac Grand Prix
And he snatched up old Max.
Then the Wrench said with a hiss" Gentleman start your engines".
And the car started down toward the motorhomes
Where the Fans lay a-snoozen in the infield.
All their windows were dark.
The garage silent.
All the Fans were dreaming sweet dreams without a lark.
Then he came to the first motorhome on the row.
"This is stop number one." The old Wrenchy racer hissed, "Let’s start this show!"
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the air-vent, a rather tight pinch.
But if a Fan could do it, then so could the Wrench.
He got stuck only once, then on he went.
Then slowly he stuck his head out of the AC vent.
On the table there before him, the little Fans’ hats lay all in a row.
"These hats" he grinned, "are the first things to go!".
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant
And he took every Fan thing in the room that was present!
Mark Martin hats! T-shirts for Stewart! Dale Jarrett socks! Belt buckles for Dale junior!
Mugs from Labonte, both Terry and Bobby! Die-cast cars collected as a hobby!
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Then the Wrench, very aloof, stuffed all the bags
One by one up to the roof.
Then he slunk to the icebox and as dirty as dirt.
He took all their food and shoved it down his shirt!
He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a deer.
Why that Wrench even took their last can of Lite beer!
Then he stuffed the whole load up onto the roof,
Where it landed on Max, who let out a ‘ooch’!
"And NOW!" grinned the Wrench," I‘ll head to the next,
There’s much, too much work that’s yet to be done!"
But as he turned to the vent and started to jump up with a lurp.
He heard a sound behind him, a quite large burp.
He turned around fast, and saw a large Fan!
A big old redneck, who went by the name of Dan.
The Wrench had been caught by this big redneck who stood near
Who’d gotten out of bed to relieve himself of old beer.
He stared at the Wrench, looking quite tipsy, and said," Junior...Junior? What the heck are YOU doin’ here?"
Now you know, that old Wrench was so smart and so slick.
He thought up a lie and he thought it up quick!
"Hey dude, sorry thought this was my hauler."
And this fib fooled the man.
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Then gave it to the man and whispered in his ear,
"Here, take this, thanks for your support".
Then he patted the man on the on his big redneck belly and sent him to bed.
And when the redneck went to bed with his beer,
He went to the vent and gave a silent cheer.
Then he went up the vent, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but some hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food that he left in the RV,
Was a crumb that was too small for even little John Andretti.
Then he did the same thing to the other Fans RV’s
Leaving crumbs much too small for ANY John Andretti.
And last thing he did was climb the flag stand.
And took ALL the flags, red ,yellow, black, checkered and green!
It was a quarter past dawn, all the Fans were still a-dreamin’
The Fans still a-snorin’, when he packed up his old Grand Prix.
Packed it up with all that Fan stuff.
The Mark Martin hats! The Stewart t-shirts! The die-cast cars!
The Dale Jarrett socks!
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Up the side of Mount Rockingham, the old Wrench he did climb.
His trunk piled high from his overnight snide.
He went to the top, and peered over the far edge,
And got ready to dump the bags over the ledge.
"Pooh-pooh to the Fans!" He was Wrenchly humming, "They’re finding out that no racing is coming!"
"They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!"
"There mouth’s will hang open a minute or two!"
"Then all the Fans down in Fan-ville will cry BOO-HOO!"
"That’s a noise" grinned the Wrench, "That I simply MUST hear!".
So he paused.
And the Wrench put a tiny hand to his ear.
And he heard a sound rising from the track way down there.
It started in low.
Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad. No BOO-HOO!
And he looked very hard at the track down below.
And saw them pushing RACE cars onto pit row!
The Wrench popped his eyes. Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Fan down in Fan-ville, the tall and the small,
Was cheering!
Why, they’d race after ALL!
He HADN’T stopped the race from coming.
IT CAME!
Somehow or the other, they’d race just the same!
And the Wrench, with his wrenchy feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so? How could they still cheer?"
"They’ll race without hats! Without flags, without Lite beer!"
"And yet, somehow, they’ll still put on a show. Race ‘round the track,off they’ll go"
And he puzzled awhile, and puzzled and puzzled‘till his puzzler hurt so.
Then the Wrench thought of something he hadn’t before!
"Maybe racing, means alot more, than hats, or T-shirts or stuff from a store," he thought.
"Maybe the drivers going around head to head, racing each other counting the laps that each have lead."
The Wrench screwed his mouth and looked up in the air,"Maybe at the end of 500 miles or more, after racing each other close, door to door, one-hundred ninety miles an hour, sometimes a little more."
The Wrench rubbed his pointy, wrenchy chin.
"Hmm...A TRUE test of a man is how far and fast he will go."
And what happened then?
Well...in Fan-ville they say
That the Wrenchs small hands grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his steering didn’t feel so tight.
He whizzed,raced really, with his load through the bright morning light.
And he brought back all the Fans’ things!
And he brought back the flags, red,yellow,black, checkered and green.
And he...HE HIMSELF...!
The Wrench dropped the green flag from the flagstand that day,
But not before all the Fans heard him say:
"Gentleman start your engines! Let the racing get underway!"
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