For years I drove without an oil change –
reckless, perhaps, but I was young
and life was a road trip.
Now I put statins in the tank
and have camshaft issues climbing hills.  

Springs sag and fluid has leaked from my strut.
The rod’s still connected to the transmission
but the piston cranks the shaft
with less torque – the mechanic says
there’s a little blue pill for that.  

The dashboard’s cracked from sun damage.
The steering’s loose, and lettering on signs
has gotten way too small.
The GPS still recognizes all of the streets
but I tell my wife where I’m going, just in case.  

I do yoga to adjust the timing belt,
get serviced on the day and time
a young girl in scrubs writes on a card.
It’s not me that got old, it’s the damn car.
Good thing it was just a rental.