'Twas the night before Daytona, when all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Dodge;
The tires were hung on the racks with care
In hopes that the sponsor would fill them with air.
The spare parts were ready all snug in the shed,
While visions of trophies danced in my head;
The wife in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a short pre-race nap,
When out from the back there arose such a roar,
I ran to the shed and saw the bad floor.
The spare parts toppled and fell from their place
And unless I could find them there could be no race,
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a crew from Epoxy-Coat, and all the right gear,
They gathered the parts and put them away
And said a new floor would be ready by day.
With a bottle of etching, so lively and strong,
I knew in a moment a new floor wouldn’t take long.
More rapid than Porsches the team went to work,
I stood there and watched and felt like a jerk;
They poured the new floor – all done in a flash
But it was time to go racing I really must dash.
We loaded the Dodge and took off for the track
I started the journey but had to look back,
The shed was all finished and neat as a pin
We found all the parts I knew I would win!
All through the day with race after race
I thought of my new floor - my shed’s a showplace,
So thanks to Epoxy-Coat and all they have done
Because of their great floor – I won!