My First Car
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:56 pm
My First Car
I sat there staring at the notice
from the folder I had read
and all those distant memories
flooded back into my head.
Your first car, the form announced
my mind began to swell.
The memories of that old bug
so many stories could she tell.
She was born in 1958
on some distant workshop row.
how she made her way to Queensland
I really could not know.
We all dobbed in twenty bucks to buy her
Darryl Macca, Glen and me.
Just a car to take us surfing
was all she was meant to be.
Her paint was old and faded
it wore the ravages of time.
So we chose canary yellow
to bring her back into her prime.
No fancy spray for this old girl
that would be a shame and sin.
We got paint from down the hardware
from the discount section bin.
Then we painted her with brushes
blackened up the tyres and trims
and just to finish off the job
we used sky blue around the rims.
She had running boards and roof racks
and a rear seat that pinched your hide.
And those little indicator stems
that stuck out from the side.
We took the rear seat out completely
and brought a mattress that was cheap.
So when we went surfing down to Agnes
we would have a place to sleep.
We drove her up the beach at Farnborough
with six boards and mates in tow.
Guys were hanging off the running boards
oh what a way to go.
Glen thought the speed was just too slow
so stepped off to lend a hand.
Oh I still can hear the laughter
as he lay buried in the sand.
We often had to tow her
to get that old girl to run.
But she always came good at the end
and that was half the fun.
Parties down at Lammermoor
she sat and watched the games unfold.
If that old lady could but speak
oh what stories would be told.
But all things must end as good things do
yes it almost broke my heart.
One day she just gave up the ghost
and then just refused to start.
We towed her to a mates place
and parked her underneath a mango tree.
Then six months on we sold her
but with her went a part of me.
Yes I've had many cars over the years
seven is the present call.
But of all the cars I've had mate
I loved that bug the best of all.
Bob Pacey ( C )
I sat there staring at the notice
from the folder I had read
and all those distant memories
flooded back into my head.
Your first car, the form announced
my mind began to swell.
The memories of that old bug
so many stories could she tell.
She was born in 1958
on some distant workshop row.
how she made her way to Queensland
I really could not know.
We all dobbed in twenty bucks to buy her
Darryl Macca, Glen and me.
Just a car to take us surfing
was all she was meant to be.
Her paint was old and faded
it wore the ravages of time.
So we chose canary yellow
to bring her back into her prime.
No fancy spray for this old girl
that would be a shame and sin.
We got paint from down the hardware
from the discount section bin.
Then we painted her with brushes
blackened up the tyres and trims
and just to finish off the job
we used sky blue around the rims.
She had running boards and roof racks
and a rear seat that pinched your hide.
And those little indicator stems
that stuck out from the side.
We took the rear seat out completely
and brought a mattress that was cheap.
So when we went surfing down to Agnes
we would have a place to sleep.
We drove her up the beach at Farnborough
with six boards and mates in tow.
Guys were hanging off the running boards
oh what a way to go.
Glen thought the speed was just too slow
so stepped off to lend a hand.
Oh I still can hear the laughter
as he lay buried in the sand.
We often had to tow her
to get that old girl to run.
But she always came good at the end
and that was half the fun.
Parties down at Lammermoor
she sat and watched the games unfold.
If that old lady could but speak
oh what stories would be told.
But all things must end as good things do
yes it almost broke my heart.
One day she just gave up the ghost
and then just refused to start.
We towed her to a mates place
and parked her underneath a mango tree.
Then six months on we sold her
but with her went a part of me.
Yes I've had many cars over the years
seven is the present call.
But of all the cars I've had mate
I loved that bug the best of all.
Bob Pacey ( C )
