I was the model of 53,
Swish and just the ant’s pants
As modern as you get back then.
I’ve carried a family
From one end of the state to the other.
Blossom was what they called me
Reliable and started every time
Gave excellent service
For a family that was ever growing.
The father bought me in from a friend
Drove me home proudly
Had a garage all ready
Cared for me
Serviced me
Kept me in tiptop shape.
At holiday time he piled in his family
Drove carefully round the winding roads to the city
Only once was stopped:
A copper said I travelled over the centre lines
The father was mortified, feared gaol
But he was the worrying type.
We journeyed on and at the lights
We were struck from behind.
Chaos reigned
Was every one ok?
By back end was badly bent.
We journeyed on and repairs were made.
I was always apprehensive after that, at lights.
Over time as I aged and began to fade
The boy took me over
Drove me to his first job
Over exhausting hills
And rolling plains
But I got him there
I never faulted
I coughed and panted
Wheezed but always focused.
He treated me kindly
But one day let me go.
He wanted small and zippy
And that I certainly wasn’t.
So a collector has me now
I sit in a shed all covered
And once a year he brings me out
And runs me round his yard.
It’s been a good life
There’s still spark in my plugs
And air in my tyres
And everything works
In a limited way.
But I have character
And personality
Not bad for a 53 model.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/21/writing-prompt-111-personification-car/
Morpethroad 
We ’53 models had a lot going for us. Newer models might be all fancified, but kick their tires and they aren’t all that. Thanks for the reminder, Michael.
You can’t beat the quality of the well made chassis Mandy.
Spark in your plugs…too cute…I enjoyed this, Michael. You put life into this old faithful car:)
There’s still some go left in all of us Oliana…..thanks for stopping by.
There’s still spark in my plugs
This is so charming and you have followed the car through out her llife and a pretty damn good life at that. Excellent Michael!
This is great–I do wonder why people name their vehicles, though…
When I was growing up, Dell, every car we had was called “Betsy.” I can only think it was because my dad didn’t like women and enjoyed kicking her and throwing rocks rocks at her back end when she didn’t cooperate. I’m talking about the car, of course.
Oh dear, what a shame about your dad’s issues with women…I guess it’s good he had “Betsy” to kick around.
Sounds like 1953 was a good model year. I hear there have been many recalls from mine.
Here’s to spark in your plugs and air in your tires!
Blossom is a wonderful story.
Oh dear and what model do you associate with? Recalls are never good. Radiator overheating was it? Trouble with the engine head?
Faulty wiring my year. We could catch on fire if something really sparked us!
Poor us — never knew if we were coming or going as we tended to get stuck in reverse.
Well I never but isn’t being stuck in reverse more a coming than a going. And cleverly sidestepped my dear.
I don’t want to reveal a year, lest I draw attention to our problems! Some are able to masquerade as regular cars, and I’d hate to blow their cover!
Lol
What a sweet life this tells about. Nicely done!
Thank you Candy, I appreciate you stopping by….
very welcome
Nicely told … and brought back memories of my family’s first car … 🙂
Hello Georgia, lovely to see you stop by….
Hi Michael … lovely to stop by … I’ve been up to my ears and haven’t been reading much lately (blogs that is) it’s always a pleasure to see what you come up with .. love your imagination and style!
Thanks Georgia, great to see you too.
🙂