In the garage of dreams, where time stands still-the engines hum and time with Daddy

a forgotten lullaby each one a whisper from the past,

metal and chrome, a chorus of nostalgia.

 

1974 Nova, 305 a canvas of gold and chrome,

a promise of open roads, the sun glinting off its hood, memories of laughter,

youth spilling out like gasoline.

And there, the 1976 Riviera, 455

a silver luxury boat afloat on asphalt,

its curves like a soft embrace, inviting the night, dancing under streetlights, the heartbeat of city life.

1962 Impala, 327 2 speed power glide

white on green two doors, a portal to adventure,

slipping into the twilight, chrome reflects the stars,

each mile a story, each corner a secret shared

The Gold Duster of ’74,

glittering in sunlight, a golden promise of freedom,

came to an end too soon on a lonely highway in Smith’s Station, Alabama

A 1996 Camaro convertible,

the past meets the pulse of the present,

the thrill of speed, the taste of the breeze,

a fleeting moment, the world blurring by.

Then, the 1987 BMW, a five-speed symphony,

precision in every shift, a dance of power and grace, a testament to the love of the ride,

the open road calling like a siren

Finally, the 1969 Cadillac, a classic dream on wheels, where elegance meets rebellion,

its presence a statement, a piece of art that glides, heavily and timeless

each journey a celebration and counting of every station we stopped at for fuel

In this sanctuary of steel and dreams, they stand together, silent yet roaring,

each vehicle a wrinkle into the physical memory, the fun that I and my parents had working together –

 

I’m homesick