Bright red with a white racing stripe,
Exhaust of the dual variety pipe,
Rumbled she did with her 302,
And 411 rear gears,
Long though she did not last,
But damn she was fast…
One night got drunk with a friend,
Southern comfort & beer chasers,
On an S-curve she met her end,
There against trees I did waste her…
The drivers side destroyed,
I walked away unhurt in a void,
Called the police from a local home,
No longer was that Ford Torino GT with me to roam…
© ed ~ 7/20/08
GREAT write, I was sitting right there with ya's!
It makes you think twice I bet!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, LOVE and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive! YOu had an angel watching over you/etc.!
Love Tinka
Cheers,
Dan
A poem with a sound messaage! Thank you Ed!
Sandie Angel :o)
Georg
YOU were blessed to escape and not get busted for D.U.I. - count that a warning! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edwin
I was partial to Pontiacs
Had 65 TEMPEST STRAIGHT 6, AFTER MY FIRST ACCIDENT WITH HER
SHE TURNED OUT TO BE THE BIGGEST PIECE OF CRAP, TILL I GOT RID OF HER FOR A 71 PONTIAC VENTURA EQUIVeLENT TO THE 71 CHEY NOVA
Sorry you lost her, but drinking and driving ain't funny.
Ron