The World According To Ben Part 10 ..Finally On The Road Our Poet Majestico Gushes With Pride About
Just yesterday, we rode through town. Radio off, front windows down. Our new old car hit hometown streets And turned them smooth as satin sheets.
This grand old lady—age five-two— Has many more miles left to do. We sit behind her silver skin And watch the wide smiles flooding in.
Guy in a Benz chats at stoplight. Were I to say “for sale,” he’d bite. He gazes long and sighs defeat. His German ride just can’t compete
With Motor City at its best. Five decades on, she aces test. Sharp creases, slightly swelling curves… And “Nailhead” heart supplying verve.
Twin pipes out back provide the burble, Rumbling deliciously. Non-verbal. My adolescent tongue she speaks, And passers-by attention peaks.
Road crew sign-turner twists his neck And grins, showing knowing respect. We roll on by, at ease and cool. So much more fun than swimming pool!
Today, Riv returns to garage. Small adjustments need be triaged. But… she’ll return when sun shines bright, The vehicle of our delight.
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