While in the library today I came across a poem that I wrote not too long ago about cars...
It is titled, "New Car Dreams"
Shiny blue
Italian leather
Custom polished rims
Chrome muffler
Awesome stereo
Souped up motor
Here I sit
Waiting, wishing
For my new owner
To notice me
To walk by and realize
He cant live without me
He cant live without me
At last!
We drive off the lot
With the sunset behind us
As we drive into my private
garage
I know we have many great
times ahead
Long drives up the coast
Drive-in theatres
Ice cream runs
Romantic evenings
He won’t be able to live
without me
Years have gone by
We’ve drifted apart
Something else has taken my
place
Now I’m relegated to the
driveway
Soap and water are
strangers
I’m thirsty for oil
Cobwebs are my constant
companions
Riddled with door dings
Lonely as ever
He found a way to live
without me
Dull blue
Ripped leather
Scratched rims
Dragging muffler
Broken stereo
No motor
Here I sit in the junkyard
Waiting, wishing
For my new owner
To notice me
To walk by and realize
He can’t live without me
To reflect on this and my past adventure with classic cars..
As I have been at school many things come up that I remember
from home and we all seem to catch ourselves saying, “Well, back home…” or “In
my home town we have this…”
One of the main things that I have realized that I miss from home is going to car
shows with my dad. This journey of car shows goes back to as far as I can remember. I remember going to car shows kicking and screaming because it meant I had to walk around in the hot sun for hours upon hours. When in reality.. I just didn't want to like car shows because my brothers liked car shows and of course I couldn't like what they liked.. go figure.
This then progressed into me being just "okay" with attending the car show just as long as I could ride in the red wagon and get a picture with the pink Chevy, or just any pink car for that matter.
This has evolved into.... me being quite frustrated that I couldn't attend the annual "Show and Go" car show in downtown Riverside because I had to work. Also now because I'm away from home...missing the moments when Dad and I would roll up in the Farmer Boys parking lot for the car show, Dad driving the 37 and me in the mustang. Talk about the ultimate Daddy Daughter Date!
Often times I see a classic car out of the corner of my eye
and I expect to hear my dads voice when he says “Hey Annie! Look at that! Do
you know what year that is?” I can imagine my Dad and brothers getting a kick
out of me saying this because when I was little my exact words were, “I don’t
see what the big deal is, it’s just a car!”
Of course over the years I have come to my senses.
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No doubt in my mind I miss the moments when Dad would come into my room asking
if I had a moment (which usually turned into a couple hours, but I didn't mind) to help him in the garage and I usually was just needed to
hold a light or fit my hands into a small opening or hand him a tool he didn’t want
to get up and get from the toolbox.
Or the times when he would run into my room quite
excited and say, “Annie! Cherry on Top (our favorite yogurt place) is calling our name and I know the
mustang needs to be driven with the top down!”
Some of my best memories are of my dad and I going on drives in the mustang or in the 37. We talked about life, laughed about pretty much anything and sometimes tried to sneak in donuts to the kitchen drawer without mom noticing ;)
Oh the memories :)











