Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Sadly, Keats never got to drive a Buick, an Olds, or a Plymouth. Dying at age twenty-five, he would have had difficulty even renting a car for a weekend road trip.
Sadly, Keats never got to drive a Buick, an Olds, or a Plymouth. Dying at age twenty-five, he would have had difficulty even renting a car for a weekend road trip.
This beauty is a 1970 Buick Skylark GS Convertible.A shiny joy to look upon on my way into work this morning, it does not much resemble my old 1996 Buick Skylark From Hell except in the indomitable spirit department. Perhaps a '96 Buick Skylark bred with a 1961 Plymouth Sport Fury to win the Triple Crown ... and California Chrome was an obvious bet for all ladies of a sorta nearing sixty demographic. Our hair is not gray. We sport models have shiny chrome.
Neither Keats nor Beethoven wrote an "Ode to Buick" for flash mobs of the future. Alas.
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder
3 comments:
I'm not even a driver, but I do wonder sometimes how people find a way to get excited about owning one now, when even the high end ones look so, well, functional.
I am looking forward to checking out the flash mobs when I have a little time.
My cousin came to town for a visit, and he wants a company to recreate the '57 Chevy.
But electric, right?
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