In the roar of a thousand engines,
Where asphalt meets ambition,
A titan walks away, helmet in hand,
John Force, the name emblazoned in glory,
Hangs up his legacy, a storied chapter closing.
Decades of fire, of speed—
Each pass a testament, every victory a creed.
The king of drag, with a heart ablaze,
He threaded the needle through smoky haze,
With paint-stripped courage and a devilish grin,
Transforming despair into roaring wins.
From the starting line, a thunderous leap,
With fans holding their breath, in competition’s sweep,
He defied the odds, shattered each glass,
An artist of torque, shaping fate as he’d pass.
A legend among legends, his story a race,
Resilience etched deep in each line on his face.
Chasing the horizon, engines scream like prayer,
In the thick of the battle, a testament rare.
Yet a time-rich life holds shadows of change,
A poignant moment, feelings all rearranged.
The legacy of victories, banners still fly,
But in the blink of an eye, the champion says goodbye.
For every great driver who dared to compete,
Rivals stood in awe of the man on his feet,
With charisma that sparkled beyond the podium’s glare,
He taught us that passion can conquer despair.
While trophies amassed like stars in the night,
His greatest treasure was the joy of the fight.
As he puts down the helmet, a bittersweet sight,
The tears of the fans reflect love’s pure light.
From the throttle’s sweet roar to the quiet embrace,
He leaves an indelible mark on this sacred space.
An era has ended, the engines grow dim,
But John Force’s spirit will always burn within.
So here’s to the stories, the battles well fought,
To the laughter and tears that racing has brought.
In the hearts of his followers—there’s magic, there’s grace,
A legacy woven in time and in space.
Though the helmet rests easy, his fire never wanes,
For John Force is racing, forever in our veins.
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