The World According To Ben Part 10 ..Finally On The Road Our Poet Majestico Gushes With Pride About

Just yesterday, we rode through town. Radio off, front windows down. Our new old car hit hometown streets And turned them smooth as satin sheets.

This grand old lady—age five-two— Has many more miles left to do. We sit behind her silver skin And watch the wide smiles flooding in.

Guy in a Benz chats at stoplight. Were I to say “for sale,” he’d bite. He gazes long and sighs defeat. His German ride just can’t compete

With Motor City at its best. Five decades on, she aces test. Sharp creases, slightly swelling curves… And “Nailhead” heart supplying verve.

Twin pipes out back provide the burble, Rumbling deliciously. Non-verbal. My adolescent tongue she speaks, And passers-by attention peaks.

Road crew sign-turner twists his neck And grins, showing knowing respect. We roll on by, at ease and cool. So much more fun than swimming pool!

Today, Riv returns to garage. Small adjustments need be triaged. But… she’ll return when sun shines bright, The vehicle of our delight.

© Verse-Case Scenario, LLC 2016

These car poems will end eventually. In the meantime, well… I just need to get them out of my system. The new still hasn’t worn off, of course (if one can refer to anything approaching age 53 as “new”). I’m still in candy store mode. It might be awhile—at least an entire car show season—for me to come to grips with the fact that I’ve realized a longstanding desire… dare I say “dream?”… and can now savor the having as much as I anxietized over the search and capture.

Jean and I had a ball cruising around town. The seats are easy-chair soft, totally unlike modern car seats. The engine is ridiculously lazy, perfect for a low-and-slow ooze down Main Street. The brakes, brilliant in their day, now require, shall we say, planning. But, cast in finned aluminum, the drums themselves look spectacularly sculptural through the slots in the Rallye wheels. I don’t care what color you paint the calipers—disc brakes just don’t have that look.

Riv was built the year the Beatles made it big in the U.S.A. I therefore dedicate yesterday’s maiden voyage under our banner to the late, great George Martin. May you evermore conduct the music of the spheres.