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Fast Cars, Pt 2

I was born in the age of the automatic
and learned to drive that way
it's not that it wasn't cool
to drive stick
or standard shift
or 4 on the floor
at the time
I got my license
testing in a Ford
that was very much automatic
so much so
that
when the linkage broke
and was welded together
it would lurch
into reverse
from a cold start
in park

there were other features
of those fast cars
that made you think
how much of a sales job
it all was

if you were driving
for show
honking and waving
at people you didn't even know
having white wall tires
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was more important
than the seating in the car
so you could get away
with a 60/40 bench
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designating the slope
of the seat back
and seat bottom
even though
the upgrade
to bucket seats
Image result for bucket seats in vintage car
was more
of a selling feature
if you were trying to impress
your girl

of course the muscle car
was not a patch
on a real sports car
but such distinctions
made no difference
in the time
of boonwagons and Buicks
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