Michael and the Talking Car

The pulsing red, a scanning eye, Across the asphalt, swift and sly. A whisper soft, a turbo boost, KITT arrived beyond dispute. Michael Knight, a lone crusader, Against the wicked, the invader. With leather jacket, windswept hair, A silent promise filled the air. That sleek black car, a talking friend, Whose logic helped until the end. A thousand quips, a knowing tone, KITT's voice a comfort all his own. The dashboard glowed, a digital dream, With buttons flashing, a vibrant gleam. Oil slick sprayed, a smoky screen, Protecting justice, ever keen. Devon Miles, the steady hand, Guiding missions across the land. Bonnie Barstow smart and bright, Keeping KITT in fighting light. The villains schemed with wicked glee, But KITT would foil their tyranny. Through dusty roads and city streets, His silent power couldn't be beat. That theme song soared, a synth-wave call, Evoking thrills we now recall. Of daring chases, narrow escapes, And futuristic grand landscapes. A child's wide eyes glued to the screen, Believing what was yet unseen. A talking car, a hero bold, A story in the years of old. O, Knight Rider, a cherished name, A flicker of that youthful flame. The turbo boost, the scanning light, Still echo in the fading night. ©bfa041725