by Walt Gebhart
The old Black Ford
Weighs a ton-and-a-half.
G78-by15s on the front.
L78-by-15s on the rear.
351 cubic inch
Windsor V-8.
Carries a payload of
About a ton.
When she’s stuck behind
A row of Joe-go-slow’s on a
Country road just hive her
A clear oncoming lane.
She’ll hit passing gear
And kick all their asses.
She has two little ignition points
No bigger than shirt buttons.
They’re .005 inches apart.
All that tonnage
All that ass-kicking
Is worthless unless those
Two points work right.
Funny how human a car can be.
Little things keep them going, too.