when Ferraris become Ramblers

when Ferraris become Ramblers 

 

 

 

i once thought i had posit-traction kisses

could lay rubber down on lipstick roads

 

thought my arms could be seat belt protection

for the crash of youthful liaisons

 

invincible spark plugs

that would never die sober

or sputter against age's acceleration

 

but alas, fenders rust

and the body dents

even when the illusion still has

the pedal to the medal.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/12/19

Reviews

[lizardbrain]

lipstick roads! love the imagery here, and the sentiment. although i'm still hoping to escape this particular phenomenon :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hope you can...:)))
thank you, lizardbrain,
j.

[Stella Armour]

replacements parts keep the wheels oiled , but the motor gets lethargic and the starting mechanism gets slower and slower.. lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

absolutely, Stella...absolutely....
thank you,
j.

[J. J. Nightingale]

LOL.. Yes we all lose our charms in the end..
Fragile takes the place of forever young
Loud and Fast become annoying habits
Oh to feel the sparks of youth !

Fun..

Jazzy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only....:)

thank you, Jazzy...
j.

[J. J. Nightingale]

RIGHT.............. You are welcome jacob

[John the Baptist]

This is a humorous poem, but it does evoke a sigh from men of a certain age. Indeed, those "invincible''
spark plugs do sputter after a certain amount of mileage has elapsed. Yes, and sometimes getting out of first gear isn't so easy, either. Enjoyed it.

PS: in the title, shouldn't the car's name be plural rather than a contraction?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, but that is one of those weird words that doesn't have a normal plural, it only has one with the apostrophe....like "if's, and's and but's"----really weird...
thank you for your words, my friend.

j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i stand corrected...and will correct that..spell checker sucks sometimes...it plays games.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks, John...

[andrew mitchell]

Are we not all fast cars at some point of our lives but like all models our parts fail us and going up hill is just that bit slower.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, andrew, so true...thank you for your insight.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Wrecked my uncle's Rebel SST once...most fun car I owned 1966 Austin Healey Sprite...took a road course at Mid-Ohio race track a few years ago...crossed that one off the bucket list.
I still remember the old Nash two seater, two tone green and white. 1961 Jaguar XKE still my high school wish.
Ask a kid what a carburetor is and all you'll get is a blank look...unless he's a gearhead.
Dual carbs...four on the floor...or three on the tree...and Armstrong steering...those were the days.
The mind still has the pedal to the metal until the day we hit the binders.

Good one, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, until the day we hit the binders...i like that
Thank you for sharing all the reminders of those great cars...my rambler had seats that went down completely....the front ones...ahhhhhh
Thanks Ted,
j.

[Paul Bell]

The mind is always in Rolls-Royce condition, and she's hot.
Just can't start her. Hate that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, at least we think it is....thank you for the smile, Paul.
j.

[MomzillaNC]

A terrific metaphor for cooling passion weathered by maturity, outgrown by life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your keen insight, Momzilla...
j.

[MomzillaNC]

You’re very welcome.

[redzone]

had me a red 1965 Rambler Wagon once... nice looking car, no dents, no rust, ran like a dream until the engine seized up and left me sit on old rt22 heading for NYC... it was a glorious pedal to the metal death... was probably trying to tell me something about the lip stick she wore, but I was too young to hear the engine grinding... the only "speed" car I owned was a small die cast model of a 1957 Buick Roadster black and silver... now that was a car, a tank and a love bug all together in my imaginations mind...
no rust or dents on this metaphorical poem Jacob, nope that engine still purrs...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really appreciate your kind words and especially your Rambler story...my Rambler American, my first car, died on the interstate...it burned oil even when we bought it...and it ran out while we were driving and cracked the block...bam...what a noise as we slowed off the road and car made its last ditch effort to survive.
j.

[emmajoy]

Ah but vintage anything is everything to a woman who knows her motors, j.. !!!

Ferraris have that special ring when you say the word plus, see them run other cars into the shadows. You could write about unboxed Dinky cars and make magic!

Mind you - if I may: a green Bentley once made touch but don't tell to a cream-coffee' Packard parked near outside our family door.. and.. well - not a dent, nor a scratch could be found before they de-fendered their relationship and went their own ways. True! (Forgotten their ages but.. )

See how your wonderful metaphorical meanderings jog my teen age memories.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i appreciate your metaphorical reply more than you could ever imagine. Thanks em. :)))))

[emmajoy]

You're very welcome, really enjoyed this post. Am an F1 motor racing fan and - lover of vintage and veteran cars! Giggling at, ' .. even when the illusion still has - the pedal to the medal.'