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Hey! I've got company! Kool!
I like it, Mike!
Kinda spooky too, as I've written a similar tale that's yet to have been exposed.
Here's one that I wrote a few years ago. It's been posted to the net some time back, but not to this forum. While some will remember seeing it on the NG, I'd like to share it with those here that haven't.
The Commander....
I set out on the road
behind the wheel of our Commander
No special place to go,
just thought that we'd meander
Left or right, or straight ahead
is the chioce that is in question
For the pleasure of this car
can be found in each direction
I swing right and head up North
towards the whim I choose to follow
Fresh air pours thru the vent wings
and our lungs grab for a swallow
The air smells sweet,the road is clear
the sky is oh so pretty
The Stude just gleams, our pride just beams
the mood is just plain giddy
So I push the throttle down
and the old Stude comes alive
It reaffirms my notion
that this car was built to drive
Two old farmers stop an' stare
as they lean against a tractor
Seems a Stude a-cruisin' by
is an awe-inspiring factor
Then we slow down for some little town
a widespot in the road
I mutter as I forced to stop
for a Nissan being towed
But when the lane is clear again
we peel back the years
I'm like a kid with his first car
as I work up thru the gears
The cackle of the dual exhausts
the wind on my left arm,
We're truly in a time warp
as we cruise past field and farm
The radio hums a bit at first
then offers up a tune
Time travel seems so real
as ol' Elvis starts to croon
But the vision turns to vapor
as a Lexus passes by
And a billboard on our right says
"Give our Cellphones a try!"
Disenchanted, I turn back around
to retrace the way we came.
If we can't replay that ride once more
it would be quite a shame
The Commander still is willing
to try it's level best
But the sights and sounds that whiz on by are not up to the test
The signs on the return route
note of AIDS and crime an' such
There's a billboard for a Minivan
"My God! they want HOW MUCH??"
So we head back for our home now
been gone for quite some time
I start thinkin' "We've had so much fun
I'll put this ride to rhyme."
The Commander knows we're headed back and puts my will to test
It says "turn here, turn there, turn back but let's not go to rest!"
Still, we end up in the driveway
and stop next to the house
As I reach and turn the key off
the Commander's song I douse
Now the silence fills my ears
as I give the Stude some thought
Reminiscing 'bout the time warp
in which we'd gotten caught
I love this old Commander
love each and every part
An while we're both up in our years
we're both still young at heart!
Miscreant adrift in
the BerStuda Triangle
1957 Transtar 1/2ton
1960 Larkvertible V8
1958 Provincial wagon
1953 Commander coupe
No deceptive flags to prove I'm patriotic - no biblical BS to impress - just ME and Studebakers - as it should be.
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Hey! I've got company! Kool!
I like it, Mike!
Kinda spooky too, as I've written a similar tale that's yet to have been exposed.
Here's one that I wrote a few years ago. It's been posted to the net some time back, but not to this forum. While some will remember seeing it on the NG, I'd like to share it with those here that haven't.
The Commander....
I set out on the road
behind the wheel of our Commander
No special place to go,
just thought that we'd meander
Left or right, or straight ahead
is the chioce that is in question
For the pleasure of this car
can be found in each direction
I swing right and head up North
towards the whim I choose to follow
Fresh air pours thru the vent wings
and our lungs grab for a swallow
The air smells sweet,the road is clear
the sky is oh so pretty
The Stude just gleams, our pride just beams
the mood is just plain giddy
So I push the throttle down
and the old Stude comes alive
It reaffirms my notion
that this car was built to drive
Two old farmers stop an' stare
as they lean against a tractor
Seems a Stude a-cruisin' by
is an awe-inspiring factor
Then we slow down for some little town
a widespot in the road
I mutter as I forced to stop
for a Nissan being towed
But when the lane is clear again
we peel back the years
I'm like a kid with his first car
as I work up thru the gears
The cackle of the dual exhausts
the wind on my left arm,
We're truly in a time warp
as we cruise past field and farm
The radio hums a bit at first
then offers up a tune
Time travel seems so real
as ol' Elvis starts to croon
But the vision turns to vapor
as a Lexus passes by
And a billboard on our right says
"Give our Cellphones a try!"
Disenchanted, I turn back around
to retrace the way we came.
If we can't replay that ride once more
it would be quite a shame
The Commander still is willing
to try it's level best
But the sights and sounds that whiz on by are not up to the test
The signs on the return route
note of AIDS and crime an' such
There's a billboard for a Minivan
"My God! they want HOW MUCH??"
So we head back for our home now
been gone for quite some time
I start thinkin' "We've had so much fun
I'll put this ride to rhyme."
The Commander knows we're headed back and puts my will to test
It says "turn here, turn there, turn back but let's not go to rest!"
Still, we end up in the driveway
and stop next to the house
As I reach and turn the key off
the Commander's song I douse
Now the silence fills my ears
as I give the Stude some thought
Reminiscing 'bout the time warp
in which we'd gotten caught
I love this old Commander
love each and every part
An while we're both up in our years
we're both still young at heart!
Miscreant adrift in
the BerStuda Triangle
1957 Transtar 1/2ton
1960 Larkvertible V8
1958 Provincial wagon
1953 Commander coupe
No deceptive flags to prove I'm patriotic - no biblical BS to impress - just ME and Studebakers - as it should be.
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