Ode to my Project Car

[RockSnake]

Three years in the making, a test of endurance.
Lost blood, lost skin, lost temper, lost patience.
Almost every piece lovingly customized to fit,
How can anyone dare say; "oh, it's a kit"?

No she was not made by a robot on an assembly line,
she was all made by hand, and mostly by mine.
So sneer if you must from your cages of steel,
yes the skin is fiberglass, but darnit she's real!

So stare if you like, or turn-up your nose.
But until you build one, you'll never know;
Tab-A, Slot-B, are your fantasy,
a craftsman's care and love are the reality.

The first morning start, oh what a rush!
As the pipes tear apart the cool morning hush.
Her voice is like thunder, some might even say loud,
But the sound of the engine makes a motorhead proud.

And every little nuance, I know them by heart
So any little problem can be resolved at the start.
The parts they are common, and American made,
no dependence on Japan or international trade.

So the purists can scream, the blow-hards can yell,
The ricers can all blow their engines to hell.
'Cause this car is mine, and closer than it seems,
to actually owning the car of my dreams.

David Abbott