Ode to an old gas guzzler

I love the sight of thee,
symbol of liberty.

Oh thee I sing.
How many trips you’ve known
far far far from home.
From sunny Malibu to far off Nome
I love you so.

Rattling like a top,
engine about to pop,
Did you just see a cop?

Swallow the pot!

Thou art a joy to me,
Though thy owner
art crotchety God bless him for he still
….  loveth the trees.

This bit of silliness was inspired by a 1960s era VW van which I spotted in the parking lot of (where else) Trading Joe’s.  The driver caused quite a headache for the politically correct Priuses and Leafs anxious to get in and out before the July 4th crush for party supplies commenced. It wasn’t hard to guess what all the smirking drivers were thinking. Gas guzzling and noisy, driven by some old coot determined to back into a slot intended for “compacts only.”  What a nuisance!  But when I see one I think of independence in its truer sense.  Being faithful to who you are and to your ideals.

Because there’s a door somewhere here, I entering this in Norm’s Thursday Door extravaganza. I’m sure if you head on over you will be treated to some very good photography and interesting perspective on doors.  

Now I’m off to our small town parade which is always a gas.  Here are some blasts from past parades:  4th of July Rehash and The Girl with the Flag in her Hair

Be safe!