The Tale of My First Car

I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five, but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive. For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car with color kind of pink. That Monza never got me far! Its brand I think was obsolete; I can't recall its look. All that I recall was all my money that it took. About a month I had it till our whole small family used that car to take a Christmas trip out of the city. So headed for the south we left, and yet we had no clue. . . . Not even halfway out of our own state, the engine blew. We had to pay to tow it home, and I cannot recall If we later took our truck to make that trip at all! Fixing it was not worthwhile. The engine block was shot. Thanks to that, I got a blue Camaro, used but HOT! And so the life of my first car, once I got it home, was just about as lengthy as the lines of this short poem. For Paula Swanson's "Driving Me Crazy" Contest