A post MCACN poem

[A12pilot]

The build up to the show is over, and the let down sinks in.
The polishing, waxing, and judging is all a memory.
And the “best of the best” all walked away with their win.

Is it the markings, the stampings, the paperwork that gets the Gold?
Or is it the comradery, the unity, and the joy of seeing friends of old?

Something brings us all together, no matter the walk of life.
It’s the passion, the desire, and the sight of these machines,
That makes us restore them with permission from the wife!

We all debate what powers Santa’s sleigh.
“It’s an R-Code. No it’s a M-Code!”
“What in the world are you talking about?” the common folk say

“Man, I just couldn’t make it this year” you post on the thread.
Come next year and walk through those doors
And watch as all your senses go DEAD!

So book that hotel and join us all next year for MCACN twenty-twenty,
And the fiftieth anniversary of nineteen-Seventy!!!

Cheers to all, and see you next year!!

Dave & Kelly