Really cool poem:
she being Brand-new;and you know consequently a little stiff
i was careful of her and
(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.K.)
i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
up,slipped the clutch
(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked whatthe hell)
next minute i was back in neutral tried and
(my lev-er Rightoh and her gears being inA 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning)
just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
(itwas the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB
-ling to a:dead.
I gave this a bit of thought.
A really great date would be to pick you up early in a Spyker C8 Airleon (dutch orange, of course). Drive to JFK. Hop on a flight to Amsterdam, where we sit in a Cafe` that has an open mic night. In the corner is a member of some "Super Group" from the 1970's or perhaps Paul Simon. Needless to say, one thing leads to another & we end up on stage playing along (I do not care if you do not play an instrument.. pick up a tamborine). Long day, but wait we need to catch the train to Frankfurt then down to Nuremberg. That is where my good friend Jonah, who has flown across the world from Tasmania, is waiting to present me with a 2006 Lotus Elise, brithish racing green and a yellow stripe.He has made "some changes". He thikns I would like them. Lo and behold, Nuremberg just happens to be home of the famous 12.9 mile Nordschleife Nürburgring, the most beautiful, longest, and most challenging racecourse in the world. Well, we shake hands with Jonah, hop in the Lotus and hit the track. You scared? No problem, I should be back in about 8 min 30 seconds.....
OK. Let's keep heading to the alps. Nothing like Bavaria this time of year. It is like living in Christmas... and I am an Athiest! Find a hotel across the street from a Monistary or a Convent. Pass out.
Wake up the next morning, up and we hit the slopes, A few hours of skiing can do us some good.
Time to go. Take a flight back to NY and get back to work in the morning.
That would be a really great date.
Or we can get some sushi...