J unkyard treasure discovered under a pile of worn tires held together with bailing wire duct tape and faith.
A ntique veteran of time traveled back roads before the miles of asphalt Interstate highways were laid still refusing to retire
L and yacht Titanic once admired by wanting eyes viewed now with glares seeing only your wounds of wear unnoticed is your loyal service
O pulent commander surrendering right of way to compacts and sportscars with reputations of low gas milage performance
P ile of sun tortured rusted metal past resurrection of a Simoniz massage to restore the brillance you once shined when your paint glimmered color
Y our perservance I rewarded with my grin of appreciation everytime the key turned in the ignition sparking life into your forever engine delivering me to another destination.
Jalopy my first car introduced me to street freedom a magic carpet with four wheels three on the tree my ride I'd drive with pride in my youth
Jalopy we journeyed teenaged smiling miles together never will I forget open roads with speed that beat the racing wind cruising just me and you Cruising just me and you.
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