Ode to Le Car

Ah, the Renault
A once trusted friend,
In rain, sleet and snow,
My regards I must send.

Though now you are gone,
Old tin can stained with rust,
I cherish those days,
When you carried me with gust.

We journeyed through town,
Jam-packed to the gills,
Friends yelled out "Le Car!"
We had so many thrills.

You took me to work,
Both day and at night,
With your rag sunroof down,
We were such a sight.

Thank goodness, if you broke,
Or we had engine trouble,
My dad had thought wisely,
And purchased your double.

Sometimes in the night,
You would find your own way,
Because I had been dazed,
By homecoming that day.

We once jumped that bump,
At Orchard and Park Place.
When Public Safety drove by,
We both hid our face.

Though the infamous moment,
That won you such fame,
Was a day filled with snow,
When they all called your name.

While trying to maneuver,
From the house parking lot,
You crossed the back yard,
And made it your spot.

With the car in reverse,
And the gas to the floor,
Everyone screamed,
"More, Le Car, More!"

We spun round and round,
Making donuts with glee,
We had no idea,
How much fun that could be.

You continued to spin,
At a dizzying rate.
I had to get to work,
But that day I'd be late.

Your downfall, it came,
On one fateful eve,
When some broke-in,
Some type of thieve.

They took away your soul,
With that cassette-stereo,
And its 6 x 9 speakers,
That's what ended the show.

It was downhill from there.
Your spirit was broken,
And Le Car # 2,
Was only a token.

Never again, to this day,
Have I had such a car,
That would drive me, with no heat,
Should we go near or far.

My friends still do ask,
If I remember those days.
I just stop and then smile,
And offer this phrase.

Though Le Car has gone,
The spirit's still real,
We all miss that funny horn,
And those 13" wheels.

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