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  • #2
    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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    • #3
      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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      • #4
        Hey - That's very, very cool! Can you beat that, a couple of old coots writing poetry about cars! What would our fathers think? LOLOL
        Mr Mike

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        • #5
          Hey - That's very, very cool! Can you beat that, a couple of old coots writing poetry about cars! What would our fathers think? LOLOL
          Mr Mike

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