Oh the feel of those fast cars!
so long and shining-sleek,
those soft and smooth…
tight leather seats- laps
behind the power-steering.
Let’s not talk about the torque-
just watch me as I take off…
silver rims rolling in reverse-
perverse to ride with such speed,
not to mention the ultra-sound.
Racing like it was a marathon,
I’ve got to break the habit…
set up my cruise control,
got to act more responsible.
Fleeting pleasure-
not the measure of who I am.
Too many speeding tickets,
it’s no longer fun.
So I’m taking it nice and slow
Which one – wouldn’t you like to know?
I’ll stay with the automatic.
Settling down in the slow lane
Chevvy's diary 
Nice one!!Working to get one 🙂
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The thing about fast cars is that they almost drive themselves so I have picked up many fines from driving to fast in a slow lane. But of course I’m talking about life in general as well:-)
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Yeah I got it..And I have this aim you know,to get that thing,and this post reminded me of it as well,thanks for such a write-up!!
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My pleasure – have fun – I’ve had loads of it:-)
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🙂
You can any time gift it you know,I always accept gifts..heheh
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Oh, mine is five years old now – you need the smell of new leather Lol!
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I’m a fan of fast cars, never thought a poem could be written about them. Really loved the uniqueness here. Enjoyed the read 🙂 – Cezane
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Yes, I’ve loved the power and take off of fast cars but I’ve also used this as a metaphor to slow down in the rat race of life:-) Thank you for the visit and enjoying the read:-)
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