Cream of the Cars

The Open Road

By Josh Watkins

Highways, filled with cars carrying people and

creatures of many different walks of life.

Some are heading for the mall,

Some are out for a drive,

And then there are those who are always

rushing to get where they want to go,

Weaving in and out of helpless motorists,

Who are letting them run their course.

I am traveling the open highway,

Driving a sleek blue 1970 Chevelle ‘SS,

Listening to her purr,

While her radio pumps out a solid beat.

My eyes wander to the left,

Only to find a man on his cell,

Eating a greasy hamburger and driving with his knees.

I immediately shift my lane,

Avoiding sudden disaster as his Ford Focus

collides head-on with an unsuspecting Neon.

A few miles down the road,

I take in the evening horizon.

Just as I fall into a calm place,

I am jostled by a sudden rumble of a revved engine.

Without even glancing over,

I predict the rev came from a 3000 GT.

Turning my head with no great speed,

I am greeted by a smug smile,

On the clownish face of the GT’s driver.

He revs his engine again,

And without even taking my eyes off his ride,

I shift up and smash the gas pedal to the floor.

Five seconds was all it took to smoke that clown,

Leaving him choking on my dust.

Out here on the open road,

I feel at peace, as if a river just washed over me.

Life is good, for I know that wherever the road takes me,

My future lies ahead.

Yet another passion of mine...no not asphalt. Cars. My dream car is mentioned here and described in detail. No not the Focus. The Chevelle. I've always admired that car for its muscle, its power, its American brand. One day I hope to at least drive one. 

If you noticed I tried my hand at starting lines without capitalizing then good for you. Sharp reading skills. Pat yourself on the back. Until next time.