I will pierce the weather like a dart of righteousness.
No wind is strong enough to belay the might of my right foot;
water will part as it sees me approach,
children will stare agog, their mouths echoing with my exhaust note.
Arrive I will, in majestic splendour,
for I have with me the power of dreams.
Beautiful… now email dan@notnet.co.uk before I delete your account
You truly are a poet! Most of us feel our car is our best friend - even a junk car!