Category: Driving Cars

He is quite a shrewd bargainer, known near and far
As a tight so-and-so who on other folks thrives.
But, with things as they are,
He just bought a used car–
Now, that certainly is a hard bargain he drives!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 13, 1945

What’ll make you mouth cuss-words more fiendishly subtle
Than backing out, getting off, and making a rut’ll?

by Ray Romine Monday, February 15, 1954

Bump me gently, dear old coot,
And take thy time arriving:
Tomorrow, thou mayst be afoot,
While I just might be driving.

(In front of me, these drawbacks shine:
Two thousand bucks, and stand in line!)

by Ray Romine Monday, September 16, 1946

I bought ourselves a little car,
A pretty pink two-seater
Two-thirds alive, with over-drive,
A radio and heater.
I’ll take the Mrs. for a spin,
And though I hold the wheel
And push the clutch and shift the gears,
Who will be driving? We’ll.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951

I struggle and squeeze the car into
A spot I adjust the wheelbase to;
Trouble drips, and then it trickles:
Naturally I’m out of nickels.
I’ll pay the fine. I shop about,
Then trouble spurts. I can’t get out.

by Ray Romine Friday, August 18, 1950

He talks with it and waves about
The hand that isn’t on the wheel–
Expressing confidence, no doubt,
I, riding with him do not feel.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 21, 1951

Yes, change, as always, in my face;
I slam the brates so quickly
I get the bends; my pulses race;
My skin turns wet and prickly.

Yet you’re the gauge, I’ve realized,
With which this driver’s reckoned
That his whole life is synchronized–
I’m slow about a second!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 28, 1953

I can but reflect, as the new cars pass,
So smart, so bright, so efficient,
What a shame the drivers aren’t half , alas,
As smart, as bright, as efficient.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 10, 1949

I find his driving with one hand
Less difficult to understand
Than how this chap and all his kind
Get by with only half a mind.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 4, 1951

Yes, criticize her. Man to man,
I have to acquiesce with “Roger!
She does the very best she can.”
(So do pedestrians who dodge her.)

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 7, 1951