Friday, 22 February 2013
On Driving in Retirement
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
For fifty years the trips increased,
I drove a million miles, at least.
If I could choose to drive or stay,
I always chose to drive away.
The weather never curbed my pace;
I had to drive to every place.
Inside a car my life was sweet,
The driving made it so complete.
Now driving’s out; I shun the call
Of work or school or shopping mall.
Instead I drive to get some milk,
Or simple errands of that ilk.
My current car goes everywhere,
And gets me home without a care.
Today I read and laugh at deals
To buy a brand new set of wheels.
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Just delightful. My current truck is seventeen now, and still get's me on my errands. Then again, if I go out of town, I take the train. :)
Posted by: Mage B | Friday, 22 February 2013 at 06:54 AM
Nice, Marc. Our sedan just turned 12. We're still loving it, and it's still serving us well.
Posted by: Dick Klade | Friday, 22 February 2013 at 08:45 AM
Marc, I love cars. At age 12, I knew the model of every car on the road and kept a scrapbook of magazine car advertisements. Now they all look alike.
Posted by: Marcy B. | Friday, 22 February 2013 at 09:16 AM
This week I assisted a nice 100 yr. old gentleman at Post Office; helped him down the steps and into his car. Watched the traffic & told him when he could back out into the road safely. Then I prayed for his safety as he "flew" down the Main St.
Posted by: Judy Lott | Friday, 22 February 2013 at 07:21 PM
You are very clever saying in poetry what a lot of us do with our cars. I put so few miles on my car these days that I got a reduction in my premium.
Posted by: Jackie Harrison | Saturday, 23 February 2013 at 11:50 AM
Great piece Marc. But I am bad. I love to drive. On a moments notice we jump in the truck and may drive 100 miles just to have dinner. The Arabs send me Christmas cards. I must be their favorite customer.
Posted by: Dan Vitale | Sunday, 24 February 2013 at 05:59 AM