by Lori Munro
Turning left, turning right and shifting quite sequential
Knowing a win is within your potential
Digging down deep and knowing the hype
Piloting a Daytona Prototype
Drive to the west with sun in your eyes
Driving at night with the girls and the guys
Sleep is a bonus if you can get it
It's your turn again but you simply don't sweat it
Minutes tick by and cars fall by the wayside
Watching and waiting by Florida's seaside
An invasion of drivers from series abound
Talent that makes the most seasoned astound
Oyster perpetual, precious pure gold
Imagine to wear it, a joy to behold
A few more hours and victory's mine
24 Hours and a watch on the line