I was beautiful then...........................................

Anyone that has been on the move for 20 hours or more can appreciate the lyrics as Grizzabella laments her decline...My little Sophie and I watched Cats last night and the words from Memory brought back fond albeit powerfully bittersweet "memories" from both the RED ASS 300 and the 24 Hours @ 9Mile, while at the same time bolstering my eargerness for the upcoming 12 hour race @ THE THUNDER DOWN...

Lyrics from Memory [from the Broadway Mega-hit, Cats]

Daylight

See the dew on the sunflower

And a rose that is fading

Roses whither away

Like the sunflower

I yearn to turn my face to the dawn

I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight

Not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight

The withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then [or: "I was strong and fast back then" cpf :)]

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp [or; "Every bikelight" cpf :)]

Seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters

And the streetlamp gutters [or: "and the wheelset gutters" cpf]

And soon it will be morning

Daylight I must wait for the sunrise

I must think of a new life [or: "I must think of a new sport" cpf]

And I musn't give in

When the dawn comes

Tonight will be a memory too

And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days

The stale cold smell of morning

The streetlamp dies, another night is over [or : "The bike light dies..." cpf]

Another day is dawning