The test of a man is the fight that he makes.

The grit that he daily shows,

The way that he stands on his feet and takes

Fate's numerous bumps and blows.

A coward can smile when there is naught to fear

When nothing his progress bars,

But it takes a man to stand up and cheer

While some other fellow stars.

It's the knocks that you take and the jolts you get

The shock that your courage stands,

The hour of sorrow and vain regret,

The prize that escaped your hands

That test your mettle and prove your worth.

It isn't the blows that you deal

But the blows you take on this good old earth

That show if your stuff is real.

Author Unknown

The poem above was included in a scrapbook that Lilian Bright made for Wayne Andrews in 1968. It included news clippings and photos from the '67 season at Rockingham Speedway and Sanford Motor Speedway and had a hand made cover depicting 3 wide racing. The poem was included because she thought it said something about her favorite driver. Over the years I have spent many hours turning the pages of that scrapbook reliving the highs and lows of a racing family. Most likely none who read this will know Lilian but it may remind you of someone who cared enough to preserve a piece of history for you. Posting this is one small way of saying "Thank you Lilian".