The Wonderful Wednesday Goes Car Crazy!
An idea came when I was listening to the radio today – ok it was the infamous Rush Limbaugh. He said that one of the main ways a person can display their individuality today is by the car they drive.
Diane pointed out that this week marks the 109th anniversary of the Ford Motor Company, the only one of the Big Three US auto makers which did not become semi-nationalized in the recent recession/economic crisis.
So it seems like fate that we have a Wonderful Wednesday challenge about…cars! What is your history with cars? What memories do they hold, what is your favorite, what do you think about the automobile as a means of transportation or whatever?
Cars on display! Cars in garages and driveways! Sitting in cars! Learning how to drive cars! Cars on the highway! Parking cars! Cars in movies! Anything important that strikes you about cars, except hopefully not getting hit by one yourself!
Let’s see how cars transport us over the hump of humpday! Take your muse for a spin and see where you end up!
Be sure to save time to read and comment on your fellow poetic Pals’ creations about cars.
Please also click on the heart at the top of this blog to register your favor upon this challenge.
Welcome to the Wonderful Wednesday World of Automobiles! Read and write at your own speed and Be Creative and Have Fun! 😀
CARS PAST AND PRESENT
Riding along in my automobile
in the 1960s,
A little was a lot:
little GTO;
little deuce coupe;
little old lady from pasadena
“409” was not a household cleaner
In a hot rod Lincoln,
evidently if you floored it,
telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
The guy in the Caddy
got pretty maddy
when the guy in the Nash Rambler
went beep beep,
especially when he did hear
“Hey buddy how do you get this car out of second gear?”
bleep bleep bleep bleep his mouth went bleep bleep bleep.
See the USA in your Chevrolet
or your Ford or your Chrysler?
In those days there was nothing niceler.
Nowadays, if you are fond ta,
see it all in your Honda.
or even a Toy Ota,
if you can’t afford a real car.
Your life may get a new lease on
if you see the USA in a Nissan.
A new Subaru
can do a lot for you,
while a Mazda
does not seem to rhyme with anything,
but can still be fun to drive.
Speaking of driving,
it’s a good way to get from where you want to leave
to where you want to be arriving.
CARS
Cars cars
Go fast
In the might lights
Rockin ‘n rollin
Gonna git high and
Rock the night away
Gotts my baby
By my side
Ready to ride
Night life
Is just where
I wanna be
Movies
And fast cars
A red one will do
But Ill take black all the same to me
As long as its fast
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © June 13 , 2o12
Awww brought back memories thinking of all my cars in past:)..Will be back..Little ones arriving :love: :love:
Oh, the cars we have to have
Gotta get around for work and play
Remembering all the ones I had had to save
Taking most at times for ones eyes gave
Made my head big when out and about guys craved
From Impala SS ,Capri, Volvo to Navigator even Cadillacs
Yet, 92 Sport Lumina was light blue I love and raved
She was my get away car kept me from grave
When daughter and I left as life was a mess
She gave it all her best
Made a mistake and traded her in
96 Lumina was not my style sold to a childcare parent
92 style was sporty with tires wide miss her still today
Having lived in Detroit for six years in the late 60’s to mid-70’s, the auto industry there has always held a spot in my heart. Father-in-law retired from GM. The first car I remember my dad owned when I was a child was a 52 blue Ford. I’ve always loved them. Happy Birthday to Ford and wonderful theme and pieces posted.
Great blog with great writes and videos shared by all! Here is a quick one, and although I know you said hopefully not getting hit by one yourself, this is my first memory of cars! :love:
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FOUR-WHEELING DAYDREAMING
Streaking past ocean views,
Pacific Coast Highway bound,
waves exciting my soul
with their crash
and their roar;
then blazing across
the Mojave Desert floor,
Joshua trees standing tall,
my tires hugging the road,
my red paint adding
another little bit
to my excitement overload.
Day-dreaming, perhaps,
but I’m not quite done,
at least not just yet.
In fact, I must confess
I’ve always wanted
to be just like my friends,
those muscle cars
who drive and thrive
on the pit row oil cans
and sweat and fumes,
laying down rubber
with blazing speed,
“Start Your Engines,”
music to my ears.
Hairpin turns,
the engines roar,
oh, the excitement
and joy of it all.
But for now
I must be content —
as I sit in traffic,
LA Freeway style —
to make folks smile
as they pass me up
or honk their horns
when we’re stopped
at the light.
I guess my NASCAR glory days
and sportscar-Sunday drives
will just have to wait
and be put on hold
until I grow up
or so I’m told.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-13-12
Such that it is, the one I had written about the ’56 pink-and-charcoal car . . . .
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WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?
Who would have thought
and who could have known
what treasures they’d become,
those classics parked
in our family’s driveway
right next to the yard.
My dad’s pride and joy,
classic beauties each one —
the shiny black Dodge
with the running boards
that we all piled into
on those Sunday afternoons
for a ride in the country
when families did those things —
way back then,
back in the day.
And the ’52 blue Ford,
that smiled at us every morning
and one of the first cars
I actually do recall;
and the long sleek Caddie,
(my dad polished it each day)
with its fins that made us smile
as we watch him drive it
back and forth to work
and felt rather important
when he took us for a ride.
But the one that captured
my fancy then,
and does so
to this very day,
sat in the car lot
I passed by
on the way
to school each day.
I loved it then
(when I was much too young to drive)
and I love it still today.
And every time I take a look
at that postcard I picked up
from that dealership one day
when I stopped in to take a look
on my way to school back then,
I smile and remember fondly
the classic car of my dreams
and all the others since then —
who ever would have thought?
Just cars back then
and treasured classics now.
(c) barbara kausteklis 7-6-11
Hang In There Ole’ Chevy
This ole’ Chevy I had for years
In maintenance now causing some tears
There’s always something to go wrong
Emptying my pockets won’t take long
But I must pay to have it fixed
I hope it’s fixed by July sixth
So I can get out and around
Instead of being all home bound