1960 Oldsmobile Super 88 my dad bought used in 1961

Promotion Courtesy General Motors Advertising 1959

Rides

Remember those days when it was so cool,

to ride with your friends to school in a pool.

When only a few lucky working guys had cars.

When owning a car made ordinary guys stars.

When the open road beckoned on a hot summer's day,

and you couldn't wait to get out there just to get away.

When you had the window down, blowing in your face,

sun beating down on your right arm's window place.

Little fan on the dash was the only air conditioning.

Heater was inadequate on a cold, winter beating.

Radio ran down the six volt battery so quick,

you could just push the car in gear to start in a nick.

Tires were blowing out or always going flat,

so changing tires was simply where it was at.

Gasoline costs were so little in those days,

your bucks in your pocket went a long ways.

Driving on ice was always scary fun,

sometimes being helpless just let it run.

Digging out was something everyone did.

If you had a shovel in the trunk nicely hid.

With the open road ahead and little care in the world,

nothing better than driving with your girl, your arm enfold.

Rock 'n' roll playing on the AM radio wavelengths loud,

finding place to pull over with a view away from the crowd.

Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull

4/9/20

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