in a weekend issue of the SUN.
Yes, it sometimes SPUTTERED,
the gears sometimes my patience DEFIED.
I sometimes MUTTERED
something a bit stronger than “SON OF A GUN!”
Those V-8 spark plugs, often only about three fired, yet somehow it was lots of FUN.
Drove to KITSALINO,
barely made it to ENGLISH BAY.
How it managed, be ‘danged’ if I KNOW!
In those dinosaur days, there were very few meters to PAY.
Downtown Richards and Granville, Georgia and Granville. Canadian owned Hudson’s Bay still firmly destined to remain that WAY.
No PST or GST to PAY.
The ignition on my loveable clunker could be stubborn but never on Woodwards Tuesday’s $l.49 DAY.
Absolutely smashing what $l.49 could buy compared to TODAY!
The windshield wipers could be TEMPERMENTAL,
and memories of the clutch make me SENTIMENTAL,
recalling the grinding sounds going up and down a HILL.
Everything was so FUNDAMENTAL,
I still think fondly of it today STILL.
There were all kinds of British Vauxhalls, Austins and Hillmans. Once I almost boxed in a Rolls Royce. The premier’s chauffeur, his expression did not exactly make one REJOICE.
So many experiences with that good old ’48 Chevrolet, still miss it so TODAY!