Mirrored Chrome
Smell of gas
Squeal of tires
Thrill of the pass

Muscle and grit
Rev it up
Punch the gas
This ain’t no hybrid stuff

Retro-fitted seat belts
“Hold on tight”
“Wanna go for a drive?”
“Think I just might”

Warm summer sunshine
Wind in my hair
“There’s a car show down the road”
“You can take me there”

I hear the gravel crackle
As we turn in to park
There’s cars in the lot
And cars displayed on the yard

I crank up my window
And use muscle to shut the heavy door
Check my reflection in chrome
It’s time to explore

Sun beating down
Oldies blasting
Shiny enamel
People laughing

“Belonged to my Pappy”
Each car has a story
“It purrs like a kitten”
“I bought it when I turned 40”

“The interior is as clean as a whistle!”
“What’s it got under the hood?”
“I believe the ’72 model is superior”
“Dang! That ride looks good!”

“Look at those wheels”
“That one’s got a nice exhaust”
“She’ll run a 12 in the quarter”
“How much did that cost?”

Chevelle SSs, ‘Cudas, and ‘Vettes
Makes and models, row after row
Monte Carlos and Mustangs
Camaros, Chargers, and GTOs

Judges and gawkers
Fun license plates
Sleek lines, themes, and medals
Folks from out of state

Trophies are awarded
The cars wait at the gate
White smoke burn outs
The perfect summer date