What are your getting your Z for Christmas 2013?

[FastWoman]

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shop,

Not an injector was firing, not even a pop!

The harness was strung on the engine with care,

With hopes that a HellFire would soon be there.

The gearheads were nestled all snug in their beds,

While mixtures and power curves danced in their heads.

And my Z beneath its cover in the garage warm and neat

Had just been stowed for a long winter's retreat.

When out on the road there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a red Mustang Cobra blowing smoke out its rear.

With a teenage driver shouting words I can't repeat,

I knew in a moment it was that kid up the street.

He taunted me loudly and called me by name,

Yelling, "Bring out your Z, so feeble and lame!"

I hung my head low, knowing she'd barely even start.

If only I had that one magical part,

A part that would bring new life to my ride,

A part that would free the tiger inside!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of many a hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Lennyclaus came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with grease and soot.

A bundle of Hellfires he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the Z,

Uncovering her lovingly and gently as could be.

Before long he'd done what he came here to do.

He upgraded my Z with a new ECU.

Then he exclaimed with a chuckle, "I'll make you a wager."

"I bet you can show up that obnoxious teenager!"

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Edited December 19, 2013 by FastWoman

[Mikes Z car]

Now THAt is a classic.

[240260280z]

OK now that you have revealed your wonderous gift! Please do the grinch.... even a short passage!

[superlen]

I bow down before the master.

Sarah, that was awesome! Thank you.

Len (who's off to find a fur Santa suit to wear while writing software)

[FastWoman]

Thanks, guys!

[zKars]

Now that was simply grand!

I was bit short on Christmas spirit,

until I read that verse,

but now that I'm finished,

things seem less worse!

Merry Chriztmaz!

[2sixTZombii]

Lots of basic running parts to her on the road, but the real gifts would a pair of real vintage bullet racing mirrors, a 240z steering wheel, a 13 ball shift nob, a 240 front bumper, and a set of 260 badges to replace the ones that were stolen. So she's making a fool out of me this year!

[tlorber]

I'm planning on taking her to a high performance drivers ed class in January.

[240dkw]

A nice little pile of goodies from nix240z to fill up the stocking with.

[bartsscooterservice]

Nothing, she got enough attention allready

[Mike]

So, was Santa nice to you this year? Or, better yet, what did you WISH for?

:classic:

[240260280z]