Ride Along With Me by Hetha at All poetry

finest grade rubber
under the frame
drain away gravel
rivulets of rain-

growl of ignition
rumble to life
unforgettable sounds
of revving and smoke
hours of sweat strife
this ain't no joke!

ride along with me,
as we hug the turns
ride along with me,
the gas still burns.

cranking the tunes
shifting the gears
we strive to accel
the test of years

ride along with me,
as we hug the turns
ride along with me,
the gas still burns.

dreaming and planning
for that single moment
where we beat ten seconds
and cross that torment

ride along with me,
as we hug the turns
ride along with me,
the gas still burns.

checker flag waving
we go at green
stopping for nothing
we discover our dream

ride along with me,
as we hug the turns
ride along with me,
the gas still burns.

Author notes

The picture above is a 1969 Dodge Charger.
I love every inch of this model and make of vehicle.
It is my dream to someday own one. Ownership of these amazing vehicles, is jealously guarded and highly prized. Even now I can hear her unmistakable purr as you turn the ignition. Even better when you revv her up! Who calls "shotgun"?

The poem is meant to be read as lyrics. It's not my best, it is a random inspiration.
Inspired by the lyrics and song,"The Distance" by Cake. Also, my occupation as an auto technician. Yes, I've worked on these.

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Sesheta
May 29

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Beautiful picture. Love the way this sounds; these lyrics are really pretty. Especially the first and third stanzas, as well as the chorus. Great job.
toomysterious
May 19

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I read it first without the image and author notes and I love that though it is an homage to an obvious classic it is also a wonderful metaphor of life and love and still being able to go the distance. It definitely strikes a lyrical note and I can see humming it while riding along.
Blue Rew
April 29

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Motoring is such a great metaphor for grabbing
and living life. I like how this hums along.
It is very upbeat and can't help but make a
body feel happy. Blue
celadia
April 24

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this is a rollicking piece. I love the short, sweet lines it makes the poem read like you're so busy driving, you don't have time for whole sentences, this works here.
PureCountry
February 21

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Your Taste
in cars is well founded. For the model of which you speak, has fulfilled many dreams over the years. Though meant as lyrics, all the more enjoyable. You have given voice to a long sought wish, I pray it is realized.

Niaish for sharing

Silent Hawk
storiesuntold
February 14
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Awesome
I had a deep blue charger and it was truly awesome indeed Good luck for yours one day
JeannieD Hunter
January 28

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I call shotgun!!!
These are awesome lyrics. What a
cool looking car. I have been known
to take up challenges at stoplights
Great writing.
- Hetha
  January 29
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  Heck yeah! Thank you sweetie!
Griswold
January 27

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That year Charger is a beautiful piece of machinery, one of the true "Muscle" cars of that fine era. My best friend at the time had a 69 Camaro SS 396, totally stock with the smog pump it ran 11's. What a ride that was. These little front wheel drive rice burners of today don't know what true horsepower is.
- Hetha
  January 28
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  I have to say, yes, the Camaro SS was definitely also a one-of-a-kind. Your friend's car sounds like it ran like a dream. I still get goosebumps from the 440 Big Block, and 450 HP, though. No baby bottles needed for that. I must say though, when Dodge came out with the Viper, 10 valves was more than enough car for us all.
maralisa
January 27

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a wonderful poem I love your imagery its briliant god luck in the contestmaralisa