Took my stick shifted 1972 VW car for a little ride,
Spun my tires on first gear as people watched from the side.
By the time I stepped on the clutch to shift again,
I caught sight of a cop car that was speeding to gain.
Second gear moved me faster as I made a right turn,
And the rubber on my tires smoked as they burned.
Speedometer registered 25 so I popped it to third,
Lord and behold I am being passed by a little flying bird.
Mr. Policeman still back behind me as I look in the mirror,
Doing 30 miles by now and my wheel is harder to steer-r-r-r-r.
Two more gears left so I popped the clutch and shifted to fourth,
Looked up atop the dashboard and saw the compass pointing north.
Put the metal to the peddle and my car is now speeding at thirty five,
And running next to me a voice shouts,” Go Baby,” dam, it’s my wife.
She’s running faster than my car as I finally shift it to fifth gear,
That woman is screaming through my window and drinking a beer.
I finally see the red lights’ flashing as the siren sounds the alarm,
And I figure that I might as well floor it since the police just past the farm.
Chickens fly right into my back seat and start laying a dozen eggs,
Then a jealous rooster fly’s in and starts pecking on my chicken looking legs.
My Volkswagen is racing as fast as it can at thirty-eight miles an hour,
Wife passes me and shouts to my face, “Hey turtle, don’t forget, buy some flour!”
The cop pulls me over and gives me a ticket for going slow on a 40 mile zone,
Gives the wife a speeding ticket for running too fast and for getting beer stone.
Copyright © Oscarelizondo Sunday December 13, 2009 4:39 PM
Just having some fun writing just after I drove my 1972 volkswagon on the country roads a little while ago and it really was fun. Don’t have a wife, but she used to enjoy the ride and I just added to the story. LOL Ready to race, come on, let’s go.