must be the carburetor
can’t get to nothing in these foreign cars
ain’t no space between things
must have little baby hands over there
look how them cables connect
God help you if you need to get to something
underneath
end up taking out half the motor
tiny little thing
ain’t no horsepower here
can’t be
they used to make good vehicles
right here in the U.S.A.
carburetors and lead gas
fella could get some where
in them old cars
if something broke
he had the tools
to fix it himself
kids these days, hell,
can’t change a damn
tire
going to finish replacing
this valve
then going home
wife will have dinner
i’ll have a six pack
watch the game
forget about
foreign cars
for an hour
or two
maybe tomorrow will be better
right back at the garage
in the morning
but i gotta lady bringing in
an F 150
old one
needs lots of work
giving it to her
grandson
to drive to college
wants it reliable
wants it safe
i’ll get out my old tools
some of them my old man
gave me
i know every inch of that Ford engine
i could strip it with my eyes closed
i’ll take good care of that truck
might even have a beer or two
turn up the radio
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I grew up with a father who could rebuild cars, trucks, tractors, and balers. He taught me to overhaul engins, sayinf if I failed to make it in college that I would always be able to find work. I dedicate this poem to him.
I have so much admiration for men like your father. The gift is gave you by sharing his knowledge is a great treasure, indeed. We need more men like you and your father in this world.