When I was young
It was an adventure
To travel afar in the
Back of my Dad’s car
There were no rules
No health and safety
No buckles and belts
Harnesses and boosters
Standing between the seats
Chatting to my dad
Pretending to drive
Fighting with my brother
Pulling faces at another
Driver in the following car
Kneeling on the plastic seats
Cold in winter
Hot in summer
You know the type
Dad puffing on his pipe
Creating a smog
Couldn’t see a thing
As we filled in
Our I-Spy books
Looked for number plates
Or strange road signs
Coke and crisps
He would bring
When parked up
At a pub
While he popped in
For a pint
We didn’t mind
Waiting alone outside
It was an adventure
To travel afar in the
Back of my Dad’s car.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Remember when kids rattled about in the back of cars?
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
A fine write RB.
Thank you
Great nostalgic memories.
As an aside a friend of mine has a 1930s Alvis which was his fathers, and there is a plaque on the back seat which says “I, Norman was conceived on this seat,”
Thank you. Not the same...but I guess a lot safer!!!
brought back a few treasured memories so ya did... and for that, I thank you... it just aint the same these days, is it.... cheers.. Neville
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