It is difficult to know what is right in all cases. - M.B., I.210.29

Offerings to the God of Speed

Elements of brisk air,
Take my offerings
To the God of speed
 For I know not where
Or when I'll meet
Him, or when
I'll have my meed

For flying on roads
And swimming in air,
Yes, Christ did walk on sea
But did he sail on land?!
The engine pumps the
Blood through my heart
And the dry air through
The desert sand,

You all wonder,
"What is enough?"
I modestly wonder,
"What else I need?!"
Take these bones of mine
And the clinging flesh,
These drops of blood,

To the God of speed.

Offerings to the God of Speed - prototypes and failed components in his shed
Image from the biography The World's Fastest Indian by Roger Donaldson


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