Cresting the hill we cling to the safety of the right hand lane
While watching trucks defy gravity, impatient to surge ahead
Moisture beads the brow when we feel the suction of the beasts
As they pass to begin the steep descent
Full sun now colors the sky a clear deep blue
The wild flowers along the shoulder cling to last warm days
Blinking signs and orange barricades
Serve only to slow the pace for a short while
The behemoth's brakes squealing shrilly echo from the hills
As all jockey for position to start another climb
A slowly changing landscape lengthens the distance of vision
Signs of civilization emerge on the flattened plane
Sun on the horizon, we see lights begin to flicker
The intensity of the race has taken its toll
Rumpled clothes, damp with adrenalin, cling to tautly rigid backs
And fingers painfully unfold as we see the sign..."Welcome"
