I love my car, even though it’s so fucked
each dent and each scratch tell a story.
The over-keen choke that strangles the carbs
even when they’re all begging for mercy
and the mongrel-bitch clutch that squeals “sou-weee”
like that fat hick in the Burt Reynolds movie.
The car causes rain, an extraordinary trait,
but only just after I’ve washed it.
The interior light is unenlightened of late
and the sun-shield has popped off its stanchion.
The tank bleeds out quick like a strung up sheep
and the mileage is into the inches.
But driving is fine, just between you and me
and mass times velocity equals tranquility.
Very nice, Tab. Excellent as a matter of fact.
(Love the Deliverance reference.)
Thanks Rainey, this was one of those 3am in the morning exhausted thumb-twiddles. Turned out okay in spite.
How’ve you been anyway…? Family, kids etc. America’s been through quite a bit and I’ve forgotten where abouts you live, if I ever knew.
Hey sometimes the 3AM ones are the best.
I’ve been great, my friend. Thanks for asking. We’ve been through quite a bit? Well, it seems like that’s always the case. Hasn’t seemed to me to be anything more than the normal par for the course. We’re having some kind of election of sorts this year apparently. Coke is running against Pepsi, near as I can tell. Hard to imagine it’ll make a difference.
As for me, I’m just watching the wheels go round. Trying to make a living. You know, a bit of share-cropping and dirt-farming. You?
Same old same old, long idle days - summer break, looking after the kiddies - wrote a double-volume book on teaching speaking skills this year which turned out well, it’ll make my life easier in the classroom and generate some cash, which is nice.
Happy happy.
I’m driving a ten year old Subaru rice burner. Everything works except the auto-pilot, but that’s OK because I’m awake most of the time… 
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandad. Not screaming and crying like all those other people in the car…