fascinated with their fifties racing-car ways:
blunt-nosed Le-Mans-look-alike roadsters
with nifty black-liquorice fuselage, always
zipping down tracks, then stopping dead
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Excellent poem, with deep introspection and subtle expressions. Thanks for sharing. :)