bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
Aha! You can relate. I'm happy.
Hot Rod Poetry
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Aha! You can relate. I'm happy.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
Could this be Chapter three? Let us see.
Hello Again
You know, I must say.
I'm getting stronger every day.
Looking at your body lines.
Reliving all the good times.
It took a year to build you so fine.
A lot like the others, but you were mine.
You had the most beautiful flathead Ford.
Put all my money in, all I could afford.
You were bored and stroked, ported and relieved.
Only the best speed parts, I believed.
'39 trans with a zephyer gear.
And a quick change bringing up the rear.
Your body was where you really shone.
Stripped you down, bad to the bone.
I'll admit a bodyman I ain't.
So back then, no smoothing and no paint.
Nothing says "Hot Rod" like the magnesium wheel.
Got a set of Halibrands to seal the deal.
Finally you were ready to drive.
I never felt so eager, never felt so alive!
First a trip around the block and back.
Wanted to see how you would ride and act.
Man, those Hollywoods sounded so sweet.
But, to tell you the truth, right now I'm kinda beat.
So I'm going to crawl into bed.
And dream about tomorrow's talk ahead.
Hello Again
You know, I must say.
I'm getting stronger every day.
Looking at your body lines.
Reliving all the good times.
It took a year to build you so fine.
A lot like the others, but you were mine.
You had the most beautiful flathead Ford.
Put all my money in, all I could afford.
You were bored and stroked, ported and relieved.
Only the best speed parts, I believed.
'39 trans with a zephyer gear.
And a quick change bringing up the rear.
Your body was where you really shone.
Stripped you down, bad to the bone.
I'll admit a bodyman I ain't.
So back then, no smoothing and no paint.
Nothing says "Hot Rod" like the magnesium wheel.
Got a set of Halibrands to seal the deal.
Finally you were ready to drive.
I never felt so eager, never felt so alive!
First a trip around the block and back.
Wanted to see how you would ride and act.
Man, those Hollywoods sounded so sweet.
But, to tell you the truth, right now I'm kinda beat.
So I'm going to crawl into bed.
And dream about tomorrow's talk ahead.
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soltz
The Rat Captain
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smallfoot
He's rockin' the "Nuttin Special"!
Quite the poet Bob! [cl[cl[cl
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
Thank you soltzz and smallfoot.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
But wait, there's more. Here's Chapter Four:
Hit The Road Jack
Doctor says I'm doing fine.
I hope he's not feeding me a line.
But enough about me.
Where did we leave off, let's see.
Around the neighborhood we drove.
Then over through the old orange grove.
You were running so good I got a little frisky.
Took a turn too fast, it was pretty risky.
The gravel flew as you bucked and slid.
Oh my gosh look what I did!
Through the ditch and down the hill.
If I wasn't so scared it would have been a thrill.
Then I thought what's going to happen to you and me.
And you bumped into a rotten orange tree.
I vowed never more to take dumb chances.
That bump into the tree shook all the branches.
It seemed half the oranges from that knarly old tree.
Pummeled poor you and dumb, stupid me.
I guess from then on it was your fate.
To be known far and wide as Bill's "Orange Crate".
Oh the memories are so sublime.
Let's hope we don't run out of time.
Hit The Road Jack
Doctor says I'm doing fine.
I hope he's not feeding me a line.
But enough about me.
Where did we leave off, let's see.
Around the neighborhood we drove.
Then over through the old orange grove.
You were running so good I got a little frisky.
Took a turn too fast, it was pretty risky.
The gravel flew as you bucked and slid.
Oh my gosh look what I did!
Through the ditch and down the hill.
If I wasn't so scared it would have been a thrill.
Then I thought what's going to happen to you and me.
And you bumped into a rotten orange tree.
I vowed never more to take dumb chances.
That bump into the tree shook all the branches.
It seemed half the oranges from that knarly old tree.
Pummeled poor you and dumb, stupid me.
I guess from then on it was your fate.
To be known far and wide as Bill's "Orange Crate".
Oh the memories are so sublime.
Let's hope we don't run out of time.
soltz
The Rat Captain
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DozerII
Well-known member
Great poems Bob. [cl[cl
MercuryMac
Builder Junky!
The story-teller.
bob w
Still crazy after all these years!
In Chapter Six Bill gets in a bit if a fix.
I Get Around
I remember more about the first trip to Van Nuys.
To meet up with some hot rod guys.
It was a pretty little town.
Didn't seem to be much going on.
We cruised around for an hour or so.
Hoping some other hot rods would show.
Was beginning to think it was all a joke.
In the distance some rumbling, had the town awoke?
We had parked in a lot just about dusk.
When I heard a sweet sound and saw some dust.
Around a corner came a Model T.
Little blond fella looked as happy as can be.
Before I could even get you in gear.
He blasted down the road, I could just see his rear.
Tore out of the lot and we took flight.
Hoping to catch him before the next light.
His Nailhead pipes were so mellow.
He just made the light, going through on the yellow.
Yikes! I'll be dead.
If I shoot through on the red.
Oh, for goodness sakes. (I didn't swear then)
I slammed on the brakes.
And slid to a stop.
Right next to a cop.
Cop looked over at me.
Said, "It's plain to see.
You were trying to catch that red Model T.
Let me give you a word of advice.
When you're in my town you better play nice".
Then he winked and gave me a bit of a smile.
Said, "You'll find Tommy down the road about a mile.
When you see the Bob's Big Boy sign in the air.
Tommy and the others are sure to be there."
A mile later Bob's Big Boy was beckoning.
Would this be my day of reckoning?
All of a sudden it became very clear.
Would we be accepted? I was filled with fear.
We drove on by and back home we headed.
It was the fear of rejection that I really dreaded.
But then we made another U-turn.
And went back to Bob's Big Boy.
That turn into that drive-in parking lot.
Set the direction for the rest of our lives.
Well, it's time for my medicine.
I think this battle I'm going to win.
I Get Around
I remember more about the first trip to Van Nuys.
To meet up with some hot rod guys.
It was a pretty little town.
Didn't seem to be much going on.
We cruised around for an hour or so.
Hoping some other hot rods would show.
Was beginning to think it was all a joke.
In the distance some rumbling, had the town awoke?
We had parked in a lot just about dusk.
When I heard a sweet sound and saw some dust.
Around a corner came a Model T.
Little blond fella looked as happy as can be.
Before I could even get you in gear.
He blasted down the road, I could just see his rear.
Tore out of the lot and we took flight.
Hoping to catch him before the next light.
His Nailhead pipes were so mellow.
He just made the light, going through on the yellow.
Yikes! I'll be dead.
If I shoot through on the red.
Oh, for goodness sakes. (I didn't swear then)
I slammed on the brakes.
And slid to a stop.
Right next to a cop.
Cop looked over at me.
Said, "It's plain to see.
You were trying to catch that red Model T.
Let me give you a word of advice.
When you're in my town you better play nice".
Then he winked and gave me a bit of a smile.
Said, "You'll find Tommy down the road about a mile.
When you see the Bob's Big Boy sign in the air.
Tommy and the others are sure to be there."
A mile later Bob's Big Boy was beckoning.
Would this be my day of reckoning?
All of a sudden it became very clear.
Would we be accepted? I was filled with fear.
We drove on by and back home we headed.
It was the fear of rejection that I really dreaded.
But then we made another U-turn.
And went back to Bob's Big Boy.
That turn into that drive-in parking lot.
Set the direction for the rest of our lives.
Well, it's time for my medicine.
I think this battle I'm going to win.
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soltz
The Rat Captain
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