January 30, 2010
Back a few years, I was living on the west coast; again. This time in a state that I had never been before. Beautiful Oregon; I love that state; haven’t seen most of it really. Most of what I had scene, just took mmy breath away.
The coast, the sky, the smells the view everything about it around Newport is awesome, Bandon too. Name it really; any town along the coast, up and down the whole western U.S. is mostly and quite simply awe inspiring.
The ‘Next Stuffed’ or words were written about an hour; in pencil on regular blue lined paper as the days events had unfolded. This is something I never usually do since acquiring a computer but for some reason while sitting up in bed, tucked in the security of warm and thinking how lucky I was; this began.
There’s no way I couldn’t remember just about all of what had happened a little earlier. The images not to mention the smells were so vivid; imprinted in mmy brain by the luck I had that day in not being blown up and/or killed along with a friend. At the time the friend was a fellow poet in a writing class we were both members of; we were both along for the ride of our lives so to speak.
I was in the market for a new vehicle. Bob, the Oregon friend offered his vehicle as a possibility; a great one at that; or so we both thought. He after owning the thing for a few years and after just having worked on it, and mme just because of inspecting it a little before the test run. It seemed like the next great find.
He called the vehicle ‘Ol Blue; yes of course it was blue. He loved the thing as a friend and kept it in great shape. The tires were almost new, the paint job still shining although a few patches of dull didn’t project an ugly image. It was washed and waxed weekly said Bob. After looked in I began to delve further.
The engine purred, the wipers worked, even the radio was in excellent condition; oil levels and colour were great; tranny good too. No matter where I looked or where he was so proud to show mme, everything about ‘Ol Blue said take mme.
This I was all pre; paired to due. Cash was burning in mmy pockets and ready to be dished it out except for one thing. I asked Bob for a test run. He agreed of course and wanted as part of the test to travel a short distance to a friend’s house. Bob was interested in having a little conversation about a past fishing trip.
I thought, great; he said it was only a few miles one way; the same back so that should give mme a good idea of how everything in ‘Ol Blue worked. He especially wanted mme to drive to feel the complete experience of his friend.
He was willing to turn ‘Ol Blue over to someone he thought would treat it the same way he had. He was right of course; ‘Ol Blue felt like it was ready to be well taken care of by someone who appreciated her everything. That was I.
These words then are how those events took place before, during and of course after. Needless to say I’mm thankful we both came out of the experience in won peace. It could very well have been otherwise. Fortunately for us, we were quite lucky, mostly because the vehicle itself had shown the owner that they still were:
True Blue Friends
"For sale, MMick," says Bob
A dear price aye thought,
But oh what the hell
This ride maybe 'fore naught
Bob started Blue up
Truth tells it ran well
A long on horror weigh
It is gas? Sure dice I smelled!
Oui drove up dales, hills
"Turn," right hear, Bobs bend
"Wheels stop at this house,
An 'ol fisherman friend."
Weee pulled in, long drive
Big spread - house yella
"My fireman bud, MMick
Built home like you fella."
Oui stopped, stepped out, walked
Bobs pal tomed 'o fish
Meanwhile i'mm standin'
Lookin' 'round, stilled, anguished
Again smelled gas winds
Wonder in, Ay? What's wrong?
Fish head, tales over
Bobbin' eye mosey on
Said I," Bob ya' think
Oui, looks under hood?
That gas smell still dwells."
Answered he “Prob’ly should!"
Sure 'nuff a puddle
Bob fingers smelled, a gas
“Just sits; they're wet Bob,
When'd you check that thing last?"
"Cost $65 bucks!
Had fixed buy, fix friend
Sold, too a jerk though
Repossessed in the end.
No tellin' guide id
Heed ruined did sum
Guest he's in jail now
Good riddance too, that bum
Look! Broke safety's belt
Sits fat ass on see't?
I'll tell ya though MMick
This 'ol Blue's hard too beat."
"THRUST GAS!!! WATCH!! TRUCK BURNS!!!
UP HILLS!! - LET'S GOAL BLUE!!"
Sounds great two mme Bob
'Ol Blue glides - HOT TWO!!
Then on back to Bobs
Oui, coast down his hill
All of a sudden
Blues engine stops, dead, stilled
"Ay! What the hell Bob!?
Look!! Hood's out black smokin'
Oh know its gas thinks."
Bob yells, "YOU AIN'T JOKE IN!"
We barely coast in
‘Ol Blue's parked in spot
"I'll open hood MMick."
"Know you ain't!" Aye said, "Knot!"
Much sooner than quick
'Ol Blue explodes fire
"Oh Damn! Get out Bob
Red flames - reachin' dire!"
Bob runs, two his house
"Hey babe let me in!"
Seams hour’s pound door!
Wife, a peer, open’s, grins.
"BABE, OUTTA THE WEIGH!!"
'Ol Blue's flame in spread
"QUICK, CALL FIRE FRIENDS
'Ol BLUE'S MAIMED, GLOWS RED!!"
Tires explode, yep they did
Red heat melts sum, past
"Man! Just knew it when
Aye smelled it, scene that gas!"
"Man! Know insurance now
That jerk - aye’s none - tossed"
"Chalk this one up Bob
Blue saved lives, we ain't lost!"
"Thought, Donate truck, MMick
Good church took to long
But sold Blue instead
Turned out bad, was all wrong"
Cool fire folks came
Ordinary fire dread
Chief quizzed, "What's up Bob?
Spelled the story, Bobs said
He 'splains, watch is flames
Brigade beats wild test
Over in know time, slick
I'mm thinkin' for the best
'Ol Blue's engine melds
Metals mold one, too done
"That's some hot heat Bob"
Wheels blast, two, Blue out sum,
Sad damage up front
Rear end seems OK
Eye guess truck's junk man
Heal, take 'ol Blue, a weigh
"Count bless sing Bob, bud
Your heart's golden - soul
You did right things pal
Wild Blue's fame unfolds
Could have bin others gone
Knot lucky as us
You'd hell to pay Bob
Believe, yes due trust.
All's well, ends good, Bob
Livin' – heaven’s your send
Look! 'Ol Blue stands there
Stayed true - Blue's end - your friend."
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