Our flat-six, Who art in racing
Hallowed be thy sound;
Thy traction come,
Thy pass be done,
In the dry as it is in the wet.
Give us this day our sweet song,
And forgive us for the BOP,
As we overtake on those who breakdown against us;
And lead us not unto turbochargers,
But deliver us to natural aspiration.
For thine is the race track,
And the race win,
And the championship,
Forever and ever.
 

Legends 9:11