My First Car
I don’t think anyone ever forgets their first car. Mine was a maroon Hillman Avenger similar to the one in the picture. I bought it in 1982. It was about 6 years old. It had only done 17,000 miles. It was won by an old lady in a competition and was only driven on short journeys. I thought I would be buying a reliable form of transportation. How wrong was I. We went to Bristol from Hull once in the car. It broke down at Brough, just outside Hull, the first time. Instead of deciding to turn around we continued. It broke down about 5 times on the way down. Each time the AA thought they had fixed it. As soon as the engine warmed up it came to a shuddering halt. 12 hours later, we finally arrived in Bristol. However I still loved this car. It gave me freedom for the first time to explore and have my first knocks. I eventually caved in and sold it and bought a green MG Metro.
This poem expresses how I thought abought my first car:
My First Car
I remember my very first car
A Hillman Avenger painted in maroon
It was my pride and joy
My most important possession by far
But back in those days
Cars were not what they are today
Crossing fingers when turning the ignition
So unique in so many ways
Paintwork so vulnerable to rust
Accelerated when exposed to rain
Hard certainly to explain
Why parts of the vehicle turned to dust.
To distract from the growing decay
I adorned the car with fluffy trinkets
Collected from the occasional breakdown free trips
Playing music on AM radio the only way
To drown the drone of the puny petrol engine
Which gave up hope at the merest chance of moisture
Leaving us stranded and abandoned
Too many incidents to mention.
But back in those days cars were part of the family
Unconditional love bestowed upon them daily
Forgiving all faults and frailties
Up and down with the bonnet happily
Tinkering with spark plugs, points and under seal
Forever filling with oil and sorting the tracking
It really hard to see the appeal
But I loved my Hillman Avenger
It was not simply a modern appliance
Starting with boring regularity
Until that day I finally did surrender
And bought a Mini Metro!
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