By John Thomas Tuft

Far down the back roads, deep into the short scrub pines

Sits the old broken trailer of Lil’ Scooter Shine

Behind it sits a now overgrown quarter mile track

Where the smells of oil and moonshine harken one back

To the night of the great Beaver Island Moonlight Race

When little Scooter Shine disappeared without a trace.

With a four-barrel carburetor in his ’69 LeMans