I remember the days when gasoline was seventy cents
per gallon and cruising with enormous gas-guzzling
clunkers was the in thing.
It only cost me six dollars to get in the car with Ms. Benter.
I was scared because it was my very first time;
but, as it happened to be my lucky day, Ms. Benter
was more than encouraging in urging me to do it right.
“Come on, Johnny! Go for it!” Ms. Benter said, as I
grasped the rigid stick and pushed it forward.
We were moving now, slowly at first, as I feared
I might lose it and disappoint Ms. Benter.
Soon after I began hearing unfamiliar sounds—were
they humming and groaning? Purring and pinging?
humming, purring and pinging?
Along with the sounds, in any case, I heard Ms. Benter’s
Voice, guiding me, encouraging me:
“Slower..., faster…, you got it…, don’t stop…,
and then, “Yes! Yes! You did it, Johnny. You’ll
be driving your own car sooner than you think.”
Author notes
True story
A contest entry
- I remember when by sheltered.
700 points, ended November 1, 2008, 29 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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LOL
I like how you lead the reader to believe you had another agenda...lol...shows whose mind was in the gutter! fun little write I enjoyed it very much and congratulations on your gold cup!
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GREAT!!!!
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Thank you.
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very clever and comical
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Thank you for hosting the contest, thank you for the gold.
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Virginal!
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Thank you, Yve...I was still a virgin, yes.
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A purrrfect car story. Very well written with a tease in the tail. excellent.
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True story about learning to drive, and only about learning to drive
...not my fault you read it with sex on your mind...lol.
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Driving lessons never sounded like so much fun!
hehe
Fab write!
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Memories...hardly anyone cruises anymore, and those who do engage in road rage...bring back the seventies, I say
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