I remember my very first car
A Hillman Avenger painted in maroon
It was my pride and joy
My most important possession by far
But back in those days
Cars were not what they are today
Crossing fingers when turning the ignition
So unique in so many ways
Paintwork so vulnerable to rust
Accelerated when exposed to rain
Hard certainly to explain
Why parts of the vehicle turned to dust.
To distract from the growing decay
I adorned the car with fluffy trinkets
Collected from the occasional breakdown free trips
Playing music on AM radio the only way
To drown the drone of the puny petrol engine
Which gave up hope at the merest chance of moisture
Leaving us stranded and abandoned
Too many incidents to mention.
But back in those days cars were part of the family
Unconditional love bestowed upon them daily
Forgiving all faults and frailties
Up and down with the bonnet happily
Tinkering with spark plugs, points and under seal
Forever filling with oil and sorting the tracking
It really hard to see the appeal
But I loved my Hillman Avenger
It was not simply a modern appliance
Starting with boring regularity
Until that day I finally did surrender
And bought a Mini Metro!
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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First car like a first love
One never forgets
Great memory
Thank you
Great nostalgic write. My first car was a Triumph Herald 13/60. If I knew I was going any where over 100 miles I would give it a mini service and reset the spark plugs.
They were certainly high maintenance machines in those days.
A fine write Retired.
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