- published: 17 Mar 2016
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Road racing is a general term for most forms of motor racing held on paved, purpose-built race tracks (i.e. "road courses"), as opposed to oval tracks and off-road racing. Temporary facilities built on paved airport runways and closed-off public roads (such as street circuits) usually are included in the definition also.
Road racing occasionally is conducted using the infield and oval portions of tracks making a "roval", such as the 24 Hours of Daytona.
Global road-racing series such as Formula One and MotoGP almost always are conducted on dedicated race tracks, such as Spa-Francorchamps, Suzuka, Monza, and Silverstone. Recent expansion of these series has resulted in dedicated tracks being built in Qatar in the Middle East, Sepang in Malaysia, and Shanghai in China.
Events for many types of motorized vehicles are held at road racing tracks. Hosting a road racing tradition since 1926 at Phillip Island, Victoria, Australia, the photograph at right shows motorcycle racing at a new track, called the Phillip Island Grand Prix Circuit, which opened in 1989 with the World Motorcycle Championships.
The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn.
A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers.
Leading me on, But there's only a streetlamp,
standing guard to my soul,
In the morning air.
A silent companion, waiting like me for the dawn...
Faint stirrings of life are heard 'cross the rooftops,
Breaking the spell,
Echoes of footsteps that call down the pavement,
With stories to tell,
And Chimney-smoke towers reaching out on the grey,
Of the morning light,
Passionate fingers, outstretched in welcome for the dawn...
The sound of the city,
Thunders around me,
Drags me along,
The babble of voices,
The roar of the traffic,
Drown me in their song,
I'm only a heartbeat keeping time with a pace,
Set by marching feet,
A pulse that beats stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn...
Can you feel it pumping?
Can you feel it flowing round and round?
Can you feel it through your fingertips?
To your head it flows up through the ground...
Does it scare you?
When you feel the scenery closing in...
Adrift on the street,
I merge with confusion,
And I feel complete,
Swelling with the human tide,
Heart and mind electrified.
--I'm swaying like the ground beneath my feet,
We can stand and watch with pride,
or maybe scorn and cricise,
How people seem like rats at running pace,
But you and I are runners too,
There's nothing more that we can do,
But join the rats down at the starting gate,
But you and I are runners too,
There's nothing more that we can do but run.
The final strait lies round the bend,
But I don't want this race to end...!
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