Riding a car, any car

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“I like driving a car, to some place nice, where the roads are wide and nobody is around“ Gun Roswell

Riding a car, any car

The car is something of a contradiction, whether be it gas powered or having to stick it into the socket for refuel, but whatever the mode, it will have to make due, as sometimes long distances cannot be peddled away with a bike or two. And buses? Don’t get me started! Either they arrive as per schedule, or you wait an hour or few, and go back home stomping and feeling blue, as nothing planned got done due to the lack of not funds, but a rather a ride!

So, once you sit inside, put the gear shift to drive, there is no going back. Well, of course if you plan to return, then there is that. But, the trip has now started as the engine on the car has parted, from the safety of the home yard and now, it might go far, or then again, to the nearest shop, if that was the planned stop. So, wherever you want to go, in a car big or small, for now, just keep on riding, as tomorrow, well, who knows what is on the horizon.

Black Car from the beyond

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“If you want to drive a car, any car, which may or may not got very far? Well, better then to choose the classic one, as it really can be lots of fun!“ Gun Roswell

Black Car from the beyond

Go and get out there, into the busy streets and do so, in the utmost style, maybe even adorned with a huge big of a smile, because it has been quiet the while, since any kind of vehicle, let alone something so grandiose, has come up your way. And so, this big car of a thing, from the way, way past of ours was brought back from it’s rusty grave and now, it too can sing, at least, if you consider the roaring engine sounds a song of gratitude, after having literally been reborn, as the outfitting and refurbishing now completely done and for this old beast of burden from the beyond, it is a new lease in life and what else is there to do, except to keep going on! And so, hopping on the ride so wide, it takes at least the whole lane of the street, but never mind, it’s all just fine as it is always a treat, to see the admiring peeps along the walkways when this hunk of old but golden metal hums along the streets of the modern world where it was hurled.

Camping in style

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“When camping, do it in style, camp style” Gun Roswell

Camping in style

When the bug hits you
It’s not so easy to refuse
When the great open wide beckons
It’s really the time to reckon
Whether to pack for a trip long
Or just a few days going strong
Camping can be cool in a van
But a trip on a bike
With just enough gear to hike
Beats the mundane bed
When sleeping on the ground instead
But the ultimate luxury
For a weekend trip on a hurry
Is a caravan from the beyond
Call it campy camping fun
But the looks received will secure the pun
In a seventies vehicle
Of a trip quite memorable

Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (three)

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“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

In the olden times
When we used money in dimes
Calling your mama
Caused quite the drama
When looking for a phone booth
Without loosing a tooth

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (two)

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“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

Colour me red
Colour me a booth
Colour me a red
Telephone booth

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (four)

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“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

Oh look at the wannabe telephone booths
And mini-mes in the window!
They look like things from my youth
From the times of bell bottoms and discos

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (one)

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“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

“London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us”
– The Clash

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Morris Mini for Daily Stories (one)

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Posted in Daily Stories: Tale, Poetry, Song and Humour

“The best car safety device,
is a rear-view mirror with a cop in it”
Dudley Moore

Morris Mini 

What,
Could be more finer
Than me and
My Morris Minor
Driving down the road
Slowly grooving
With the flow

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Continued in verse two

Morris Mini for Daily Stories (two)

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“The best car safety device,
is a rear-view mirror with a cop in it”
Dudley Moore

Morris Mini 

Life, is fantastic
This car
Is not made of plastic
Getting far
Feeling, like a star
Oh, you heard it?
Yes, it was sarcastic

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Continued in verse three

Morris Mini for Daily Stories (three)

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“The best car safety device,
is a rear-view mirror with a cop in it”
Dudley Moore

Morris Mini 

But,
Never mind
Time to unwind
If you see us
Passing by
Just smile
And be kind
for me and my
Morris Minor

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