My 1973 Monte Carlo
That I Gave to My Nephew in 2004
Chevy Chasing
In the quiet American town of Chevy Chase,
there's been a big uproar at the fair,
an invasion of Chevrolet resto-mods,
to the Contours De Elegance there.
They used to like Alec Baldwin's work,
but now wish Chevy Chase would return,
but Chevy is too busy going on vacation,
with American pie movies that earn.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
but the levy was flooded high.
With my pistol close, powder dry,
swam that sucker, do or die!
On every American Main Street,
you'll find Chevys cruising their sweet.
So polished and clean one could eat,
like eye candy made American treat.
Chevy was always the American dream,
like apple pie, blonde bikini, girl whip cream.
If ever the Chevrolet would go away,
I’d jump in a Ford and suicide that day!
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
11/3/21
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Fun poem.
I liked the Monte Carlo. Had its own unique character.
Shervin
But that is the reason they lose races,
They can't get down the track,
Too much weight they don't lack,
Better they should be in junkyards,
Piled high in tall stacks...-e-
Thanks for sharing your witty side today :)
I'm not necessarily a Chevy lover. Our assistant scoutmaster, a district manager for sales for Chevy brought a red 1957 Bel Aire convertible complete with everything by our scout meeting in August 1956 and gave us rides. He later told us that it was the most buggy demonstrator he had ever driven, saying that he had it in the shop 17 times that month to get something working right. When I rode with him supposedly very fast, south of town and another 57 Chevy, the wind noise was so bad, we couldn't even talk.
That summer my dad ordered a 57 black Ford Fairlane 500. I drove it a lot including my junior prom. When he traded it in 1960, it was lost to a schoolteacher. But I bought it back in 1962 and drove it until I was paralyzed in 1963.
I traded my dark green 1966 Toronado in on a black 1973 Monte Carlo for $3000 in May 1975 that was my basic transportation until I decided to quit driving it in December 1995 putting on around 300,000 miles (the odometer slipped). I started driving again with a highly modified 1998 Windstar in 1998 (shown in the picture). My partner drove the Monte Carlo until she bought a new car in 2001. In the summer of 2004, I gave the Monte Carlo to my nephew who was 16. After he quit driving it, my brother had it stored outdoors at a farm where it rusted away, unfortunately.
Ron