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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Relevant Stuff</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flip up an old garage door: <br>Senses awaken<br>With the smell of unspent gas <br>And the sight of oil stains<br>Upon the floor.<br>Memories return; <br>Yea, the paint is a bit thin, (like me) worn and weary, <br>But, under that old hood<br>Is still plenty of strength and fury.<br>Grab an ancient thumb-latch handle on the door<br>Turn a key in the dash<br>Bring to life this sleeping dinasour; <br>Time for a fast blast into the past, <br>Up through the gears<br>And back through the years<br>Life's thrill comes by way of this beast, <br>On gas, tires and oil it will heartily feast.<br>-To the driver side<br>It's like a perfect old friend<br>Come to visit<br>Now and then, <br>Fond old times to recall<br> When both stood so young<br>Unfettered and tall.<br>-To the mechanic side<br>It was always perfect joy<br>Spending many a night wrenching<br>On this overgrown toy.<br>And for both the only thought it all brought<br>Was the pure pleasure behind the wheel <br>To be sought: <br>The perfect-simple plan<br>Of machine and man.<br>A mechanical mellifluous milieu, <br>Before everything went to hell after 1972.<br>It was back when Pontiac was alive<br>And made their own engine, <br>And the letters G.T.O.<br>Were truly a legend........<br>But time and age<br>All have their wicked ways, <br>So even the fabled muscle-car<br>Could not out run its fate<br>At the hands of pejorative politicians<br>And ruthless insurance rates; <br>Those nights of way back when <br>Shall never return again, <br>Sadly missed, <br>But fondly reminisced<br>Each time, that wild old engine whines.<br>It's loud, it's quick, and well yes, ... obnoxious, <br>But always it is proudly made and drove on the backroads<br>Of the good ol' U.S. <br>-Thank God, there is no fuel injection<br>Nor computer to aggravate, <br>Just a simple carb on a simple V-8.<br>It's real American steel <br>With plenty of heft and power you can feel, <br>Tires to turn<br>And rubber to burn, <br>Keeping it all straight on the road<br>Is the real challenge <br>Moving along at 10-miles a gallon! <br>Yet, it's pure passionate pleasure of power<br>Running down the road at 100 miles per hour! <br>- And now everytime it rumbles and roars<br>It all returns<br>To live once more; <br>So here again <br>I'll take it for a spin<br>And recall the ride<br>That so simply makes it feel good <br>Just to be alive.<br>Yea, it's only a mere thing, <br>A bit old - a bit rough, <br>But to a few (such as me) <br>Who through different eyes do see, <br>It truly is still some very relevant, beautiful stuff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q>
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Senses awaken
With the smell of unspent gas 
And the sight of oil stains
Upon the floor.
Memories return; 
Yea, the paint is a bit thin, (like me) worn and weary, 
But, under that old hood
Is still plenty of strength a..."></div>
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