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Array ( [sid] => 158759 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Dad And The Car [time] => 2010-04-08 16:21:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => we sat upon the frigid concrete floor.
it seemed
colder
inside the closed garage
than it did
trudging along
outside
to it.

all i remember about the car was
it didn't start.
and ...
how could
anything
be done
to fix it.
in that cold.
at night.
with no
car jack
and only
100 watts of light
to perform in.

he took off his jacket
to gain another
inch or two of movement
under the rusty frame.

while struggling to reach a bolt
one side of his sweating face was pushed so hard
against the cold metal of the pontiac
i was in a panic
imagining it being stuck there
forever ...
like a moist tongue
on a flagpole.

he could not see
his
arm
his
hand
his
crescent.

"he can't do this !" i thought
in silence
and
heresy.
...

"got it"

he muttered
as he pulled himself
out
from
under.

before putting his jacket on
he walked over to the
drivers side
plopped down
put in the key
and ...
... turned over
the engine !

he didn't smile
... even a little
as he methodically pumped the gas pedal
again and again
while the roar of the engine
filled
the garage
the neighborhood
the
world.

most guys
would have used that
moment
as a platform
to display
a kind of
self gloating victory.
...

most guys. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 115 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dirk-velvet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

My Dad And The Car

Contributed by dirk-velvet on Thursday, 8th April 2010 @ 04:21:14 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

we sat upon the frigid concrete floor.
it seemed
colder
inside the closed garage
than it did
trudging along
outside
to it.

all i remember about the car was
it didn't start.
and ...
how could
anything
be done
to fix it.
in that cold.
at night.
with no
car jack
and only
100 watts of light
to perform in.

he took off his jacket
to gain another
inch or two of movement
under the rusty frame.

while struggling to reach a bolt
one side of his sweating face was pushed so hard
against the cold metal of the pontiac
i was in a panic
imagining it being stuck there
forever ...
like a moist tongue
on a flagpole.

he could not see
his
arm
his
hand
his
crescent.

"he can't do this !" i thought
in silence
and
heresy.
...

"got it"

he muttered
as he pulled himself
out
from
under.

before putting his jacket on
he walked over to the
drivers side
plopped down
put in the key
and ...
... turned over
the engine !

he didn't smile
... even a little
as he methodically pumped the gas pedal
again and again
while the roar of the engine
filled
the garage
the neighborhood
the
world.

most guys
would have used that
moment
as a platform
to display
a kind of
self gloating victory.
...

most guys.

Copyright Â© dirk-velvet ... [ 2010-04-08 16:21:14]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My Dad And The Car (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Friday, 9th April 2010 @ 06:04:27 AM AEST
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Hi

To you, he's a true hero - he needs no platform.

A wonderful affirmation of filial love ... and admiration.

Tommy

Re: My Dad And The Car (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 9th April 2010 @ 08:12:25 AM AEST
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Hi dirk! I love the story you've told here ... and the illustration of admiration and respect felt for your dad. That last stanza is exceptional. It turns the ordinary into the extraordinary. Well done. A very enjoyable read. ^_^

Seléne ~

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