Our dear friend Robyn drives a rockin’ new car.
It’s a Mustang.
It’s a fastback.
It’s a GT.
It’s a V8.
It’s ruby red.
It’s galloping-pony sleek, even standing still.
At idle, it rumbles like the Sharks and the Jets.
Add throttle and it sings a Wagnerian baritone aria. ...
Pleased to report:
The roof rack is in full bloom!
White flower clusters droop
Over the side rails.
Vines spiral around the B-pillar,
In and out and about,
Where the safety glass on the driver’s side
Used to be.
Car sits shining
And I sit here, behind the laptop, pining
For a little more time behind the wheel—
One of the simple pleasures I feel
In this, my ever-simplifying life.
It’s down to the basics: my wife,
Good dogs, great friends,...
We’ll ride because we simply want to.
We’ll ride because, well, that’s just what we do.
We’ll ride when we have gasoline to burn.
We’ll ride because we haven’t been past the next turn.
We’ll ride because riding reveals something to learn. ...