Odes to Joy

Odes to Roswell · Track 14 · middle

Andretti Indoor Karting and the Northwoods Park

Andretti Indoor Karting + Games — the family-entertainment center on Mansell Rd, the kart track, the laser tag, the way the suburban-Roswell weekend kid economy works. Bo with a helmet on.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah. Saturday. Mansell Road.
Let's go.

[Verse 1]
The smell hits you at the door. 
Rubber and clean electricity.
They hand you the head sock, the helmet.
Feels heavy in your hands. 
Number 27. My number.
Zip up the suit, cinch the strap under my chin.
The briefing is a blur. 
Don't bump. Keep your hands on the wheel.
Right foot gas, left foot brake.
Got it. Let's do this.

[Chorus]
This ain't the quiet riverwalk, this ain't the Greenway trail.
This is a low-slung rocket on a polished concrete rail.
Ten laps of glory under fluorescent lights.
This is how we burn through our Roswell Saturday nights.
Yeah, the Andretti blur, the hairpin turn, the pass.
Step on it, hold it, make the feeling last.

[Verse 2]
Green light flashes. We're off.
The torque pushes you back in the seat.
First turn is a mess of karts, a jockey for position.
I find a line on the inside.
Past the kid with the blue helmet, past the dad trying too hard.
Through the glass, I see the birthday party.
Balloons tied to the chairs, pizza on the table.
They're watching us, pointing.
Next up, laser tag. Then the arcade.
The whole weekend planned out right here.

[Chorus]
This ain't the quiet riverwalk, this ain't the Greenway trail.
This is a low-slung rocket on a polished concrete rail.
Ten laps of glory under fluorescent lights.
This is how we burn through our Roswell Saturday nights.
Yeah, the Andretti blur, the hairpin turn, the pass.
Step on it, hold it, make the feeling last.

[Bridge]
White flag. One lap to go.
It all gets quiet in your head.
Just the hum of the motor under you.
Just the track unfolding.
My hands know the corners now.
Brake late, turn sharp, accelerate out.
Nothing else exists.
Not Northwoods Park, not the 'Hooch.
Just this ribbon of track.

[Outro]
Checkered flag!
Yes!
Slowdown lap, coasting into the pit.
The whirring dies down.
Pull off the helmet, hair plastered to my head.
The noise of the arcade rushes back in.
High-five the guy in Number 12.
We'll be back next week.
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