Hot Rod Poetry

[lazarat]

Hey Bob sorry you won’t be making it here and I was also going to ask Smallfoot if he ever goes to hot rods and Hooters in Sanford which is in his area a monthly show and just over an hour from me.

I am working on some humorous poems and also some outrageous true police stories as I have two fam members in law enforcement. Don’t know whether to put those here or in the BS area. Stay tuned!

 

[smallfoot]

Hey Bob sorry you won’t be making it here and I was also going to ask Smallfoot if he ever goes to hot rods and Hooters in Sanford which is in his area a monthly show and just over an hour from me.

I am working on some humorous poems and also some outrageous true police stories as I have two fam members in law enforcement. Don’t know whether to put those here or in the BS area. Stay tuned!

I've seen mention of that show. Never been. Kinda funny. I worked my entire career there and haven't been back once in 20 years...

 

[Couper]

Hang in there Bob....you and your family are in my prayers.

 

[23crate]

a long story i do have to tell,
driving my Lark away from home one eve
crossing the Cook Straight, ferry and swell
arriving at midnight all was well
a Holiday park in a town - Levin
Heading further north to a beach resort
to a 5 day event, so many cars of all sort.

away the next day a good coffee i sought.
oh theres a loud clunking i thought
A lost bolt in the sway bar mount was there
phew, bolts supplied from a local parts store
there i was away once more

the Lark ran strong and polite on gas
despite my leadfoot, needing to pass
everything in my way ,
even the cop didnt spoil my day.
nearer to lunch time a stop Lake Taupo
now a huge lake once a large volcano

we made to families house where we stayed for 4 nights
drank beer shared stories and laughed a bit
daily visits to the event wow what a sight
in fact so many it was impossible to guess
how many were there until the last day
when Noddy Watts announced 2000+ to play

i think back to it now quite unbelieving ..
its the biggest event this boy ever saw
lots of sparkely bits, bare rust and all
awestruck was he it was unreal
so the journey home was a bit of an rrrs

The poor old Lark still wanted to play
with all the "big kids" she'd seen those days
packing a snot , with who knows what
changed to coil the condenser and such,
made no difference really well not much

short on fuel i topped her up, better? nope
next to go was the old fuel pump
the Lark didnt run at all after that
call the resuce guys, suggested a tow rope
from that, the only success - reversed fuel hoses
i assembled back to front, we came up roses.

the next 3 hrs went into night
heading to my sisters the Lark well behaved
but only till the very next day
onwards we went back to the ferry
finally swapped the vacuum advance

there it was she purred like an old kitten
on the Picton side nearly home i thought
fed her some gas same problem she'd bought
from the north island, the spare had failed.
right i thought i want to get home
and feed her the fat
we made made it in the end
and that was that..

there is so much more i could add to the ranks
passing 3 volcanos, war museum with tanks
other than to say , 1100+ miles over 5 days
and vacuum advance blew it guts.
id do it all again tomorrow , best 5 days

New part on the way .. thanks Rockauto
yes i can buy in NZ the freight and delivery time is the same

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for those that are intrigued ,, google maps New Zealand Nelson to Whangamata SH1

 

[earthman]

Thanks for the time you put into that Crate. Really entertaining to read.

 

[bob w]

Thanks Crate. A very enjoyable and lyrical description of your adventure.

My poetry has taken a turn and is not suitable for here. I found a place called Dark Poetry. Hoping I can get in the right mindset to post some more here.

 

[forbigpicture]

Thanks Crate. A very enjoyable and lyrical description of your adventure.

My poetry has taken a turn and is not suitable for here. I found a place called Dark Poetry. Hoping I can get in the right mindset to post some more here.

 

[23crate]

if life was easy it would be droll
if life was a critter with a wild wooly soul
what creature could it be a hyena or snake
laughing at the twists and turns
what creature could you make
while your whole world burns

many things i have learnt that shine
a maybe seemingly wonderous time
no matter how strong a person could be
there is always a thing to rattle a tree
belief fueled by a comment or passion
to be the best you can be

but feeling a goal never reached
a passion sapping stength - beached
wanting to find pleasure or impress
not wanting to show the internal distress
its the hardest thing to find a way through
believe me i know this amazingly true

for those around you really do care
for Gods sake please put it out there
because some will always pick up that crown
passing you a towel, when you think you'll drown
look for these souls keep them close
because we all feel lost angsty or morose

there is a dark demon in all our minds
who is looking for a chance all of the time
working hard to disrupt days month or year
if you think youre looking away, beware
summon away the demon with another care
remember my friend,, people are always there...

 

[bob w]

I keep going back to your last poem, crate. It's good, real good.

 

[23crate]

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I keep going back to your last poem, crate. It's good, real good.

Thank you Bob..
im glad you like it ...
it was touchy to write, even my spring chicken age of 59, theres alot of life experience behind it. and a couple of stops in that process as i remembered stuff id chosen to forget

 

[23crate]

now heres a thing i need to say
screeds of old parts out in the day
wheels and tires screens and fenders
piles of parts in in all their splendor

short blocks long blocks big and small
ive had a dam good collection of all
scratch built lake pipes, inches round 3
part of a wild collection owned by me

piles of stuff ive had come and gone
more piled up on the far side of the lawn
there, under the trees an old ford rear
bought for a project no longer here

bits of rusty steel stranded in fence wire
tied up in that a willys roadster rear
please dont go into the parts shed
without head protection upon your head

Stude grill hanging in the rafters high
polished so well the sun catches your eye
boxes there hiding the parts inside
old parts reach back to Bonnie and Clyde

old welders and bikes fishing rods and all
garden (whats that?) tools hung on the wall
go in the house cause it didnt stop there
theres secret stashes of parts everywhere.

dont leave the treasure laying around
mrs crate will make a very nasty sound
stuff like "theres grease on the floor"
and "how did this mark get on the door"

"dishwasher is not designed to clean what?"
"a carb" theres not even 1 barrel in that!"
and "itll vacuum up" is not a welcome speech
something like that causes a screech

the dining table has a bit of a lean
screws and springs roll off often unseen .
they often dissappear if left too long
the hoover develops a rattle - so long

right i reckon is a good thing to add
despite what she says its not too bad
cause im home playing with my toys
not drinking at the bar with the boys

so there you go and bet yours is the same
im repeating a story you all know is tame
lifes joys that literally drive us from sad
bruised knuckles weld burns not too bad

right thats enough from the chap
less talk and more work on the crap
(hope its ok to say that here)

 

[MercuryMac]

Wish I'd said that, Crate.
Keep on doling them out.

 

[forbigpicture]

 

[bob w]

Much respect, crate. I enjoy your poems

 

[23crate]

Much respect, crate. I enjoy your poems

coming from the King ? ! Humble Thanks Bob .. come back soon we miss your poetry !!

 

[23crate]

dam and blast while stomping my feet
this stupid old Stude has got me beat .
3 new coils - all collapsed under load
ill never get the thing back on the road

oh something new- the motor locked up,
why was that? the oil was good topped up
checked the dip stick showed 1/8 of an inch
huh? doesnt burn oil, its an oil grinch

so i checked it again the sump is full
whats going on -none - after a 3rd pull?
oh what now again theres none,
total of 5 checks the motor is done..

terrified the next day , drained the sump
the stuff poured out like driven by a pump
what came out was double you see
and so thin it had the viscosity of pee

thats right -the carb i reset the floats
gravity moved extra fuel down below
when the stick came out the oil washed off
he knowingly said thru embarrassed cough

i spun the fan back and the motor was free
it was the bush in the end of the starter, see
i growl getting mad all that anxiety wasted
if it burnt, i dam well go out and baste it

bush replaced the starter back in
guess what a new coil and grin
ive got to stage where i think it will blow
leaving me stranded wherever i go

i talked to a wrecker 2 days back
he asked "was it a falcon the coils attack?"
i said "no why" he also had 3 coils fail
"for goodness sake" i heard me wail

we came to an agreement of sort
that id take the multimeter id bought
have a rat through the box of coils he stored
old timey ones when the gooder ones were bought

im on vacation this week i hoped to sort
had planned to work on the 56 id bought
time is short with the missus home
out of town to a swap meet to plan

frustration abounds "you should sell it" she says
she hates my 'altitude' when the stude wont play..
so back to the grind tomorrow ive thought
ill try the new coil ive bought and just maybe ......

oh yeah i should say , ive tried 4 different brands
and replaced leads and plugs ,wires, and, and, and,
Oh my patience! both with resistor and without
and alot of bad words ive heard me shout

13 wild yard chickens that live with me
disappear quite quickly when they see
that crazy old geezer staggering toward
mumbling something about buying a ford

"please wish me luck" I yell "remove the spells"
"send prayers, rabbits feet and anything else"
or ill probably sell it for a six pack and a spring
or quite possibly trade some other useless thing


sigh

 

[smallfoot]

Bored and stroked
ain't necessarily good.
When it's not about cars
it must be understood.
I live in my projects
and believe me there are many.
Not always a car or truck,
it could be any.
There's houses and barns
sawmills and tractors and such.
I build everything in my world.
Sometimes I think it's too much.
I live by myself,
so there's not much help.
I struggle along trying to get things done.
regardless of time I push myself.
It's been a little different of late.
A short while ago I almost met my fate.
Three times in the last few years,
when I thought my demise was near.
All to be squashed,
when I realized there's things to do here.
So I get busy,
trying to make things work.
It's not easy with a paralyzed hand,
brain thoughts don't transfer my command.
On those everyday tasks,
it makes it very hard,
to get anything done.
I think I'll mow my yard.
It was a right brain stroke,
so it affected my left side.
Being left handed didn't make it good,
it didn't kill me, so I'll let it slide.
Think I'll head on down to the mill,
I've gotta cut some wood.
I've been stroked but I'm not bored still...

 

[bob w]

Crate and Smalls. I am touched by both of your poems. They are so personal and filled with emotion. Out of the blue, you have kept the Poetry thread vibrantly alive.

 

[MercuryMac]

Smallfoot and Crate, thanks for entertaining the troups. Great stuff.

 

[23crate]

well then here we are its weekend again
and as usual in spring its raining friends
my outdoor workshop is damp and puddled
this dam computer makes the mind muddled
i really need to fix a bulb and some cursed rust
because im driving the Stude until it busts
then only then will I solve its dilemma
when i do its nearly summer weather
ill drive it way more than just alot
And Mrs C's job list i couldnt give a jot
the 56 stude job is being chipped away at
with some 65 brakes for stopping all that
some rust has been conquered, theres more
ive also re-skinned one lower back door.
oh yes theres the Moms car to do
some suspension work to whizz through
her vision returned cataract gone
she was amazed enough nearly a song
after a re-sit , her license is on track
a road menace Granny, her dog in back.
yeah,,,
so after the rain the sun will come out
warming the grass, yes green it will flout
lawnmowers and weed whackers are abound
my neighborhood there will be the sound ..
except for my house the only sound heard
and funniest thing you can be assured
is the sound of a V8 drowns out the birds
will be that wonderful look on Mrs C's face
out the gate for a cruise leaving the place
i yell as i wind the window down lower
getting some gas for your battery lawnmower

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