there were many years
when cars
were junk.
always breaking down.
the battery needing a charge,
the oil, the water pumps
failing.
leaks all the time. points and plugs
always needing adjustment,
the steering out of whack
after hitting a bump.
i'd crawl under or over them
on a Saturday
making them run
again.
they were awful cars, meant
to last a few years
or so,
always in the garage
or needing a tow.
my father mocked me for buying
Japanese, still
stuck on that war thing,
pearl harbor, and D-day, but
now, i don't even know how
to open the hood of my car
when i take it for an oil
change. i like it that way.
no more fords, no more
Chryslers, no more Chevrolets.
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