Concours Ready

 

It’s not that I didn’t like or love you

that I left. There have been some others

with whom I couldn’t live and get along.

Leaving can be hard especially when

there is important work which needs

to be done.

Like an old, worn-out car, it was ob-

vious to me that I needed a rebuild

with many vital parts either missing

or needing to be replaced.

On my checklist, hypothetically, I

needed factory air installed to keep

me from overheating when things

got hot and steamy.

Soggy and rusting in place, my frame

needed to be replaced. With knocking

and grinding, an engine rebuild and

drive train overhaul were in order.

What a mess!

My personal restomod would take

several years in the making, and that

was after finding a shop capable of

such an undertaking.

I just thought you’d like to know, I

have since been restored. And now

I shine in like new, period correct,

in concours condition.

I feel like a million bucks, and find

using the classic car metaphor to be

fittingly apropos. I’m reborn; let’s

both hit the road and go!

Of course this kind of rebuild for

mere humans is beyond feasibility.

Time takes an irreversible tole on

flesh and blood, as the graveyard

heap or crematory is the stark

reality for the likes of you and me.

However, a functioning spare part

or two which may be salvageable

for another in need still remains

within the realm of possibility.

In the automotive rebuild world,

you know, there are donor cars

as well.

Kick my tires and let’s take a spin

while we’re still able.

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Chris Hanch 3-5-2021