choice but to work on our cars
back in the seventies.
they were always
breaking down.
mostly fords and chevys.
we changed the oil,
the water
pumps, the oil pumps,
we installed new shocks,
new brake pads,
we put in new spark plugs
and set the points
with the edge
of a matchbook cover.
we had a toolbox full
of wrenches
and screw drivers.
we didn't need a manual,
we just knew
what to do.
we'd put our ear to engine
and listen
to what was wrong.
we were
young grease monkeys
out under a shady
tree on a Saturday afternoon.
now i don't know where
the latch is
to pop the hood.
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