Rambler

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My preferred 1950s automobile
was the Nash Rambler owned by
my girlfriend’s father.
Not a pretty car, it bordered on ugly,
however, it featured
a fold-flat front seat.
For teens with raging hormones,
this represented heaven on wheels.

Whenever passions dictated,
we borrowed his car.
I don’t know what Erin’s dad
thought we’d be doing,
or if he even cared.
It was unique in appearance
so, friends who encountered this vehicle
knew exactly what we were doing.

It was ideal at a drive-in theatre,
along a deserted country lane,
behind a garage, or any number
of parking spots, we discovered.
In hindsight, we appeared naive and reckless.
We undoubtedly were, as we created
and etched in memory, erotic episodes
enacted in our chariot of dreams.

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