In all the freezes of the years,
You’ve always started without fuss.
Beautiful music to my frostbitten ears.
And though I know you detest the snow,
Can’t abide slush, and fear the ice,
You have yet to lead me to my death.
For that, I am so grateful.
And now, as we face this hill in the snow,
As I hesitate to accelerate
As your back wheels slide and you whine,
I have faith in us.
Charge on, old Honda!
Charge on and up!
Wheels spinning more than necessary,
Heater working like gangbusters,
You take me up the unplowed highway,
Soothing me while others lean on horns
And swear that I could be going faster.
You, oh lovely, lovely car
Lose your feet but not your head
(Mechanically, the wheels but not the carriage)
And reassure me as your anti-lock brakes
Seize up and slide me through intersections,
That you would stop, if you could.
Oh, my beloved car.
I will drape you in the fanciest car washes!
I will fill your tank with the richest of washer fluids
(If your wipers worked below freezing, that is)!
I will vacuum you on a regular basis!
I will stroke your dashboard and let you know
That you are my darling, my dear,
My ill-equipped husky,
And together we will brave this Midwestern tundra,
Till the glorious summer roads return…
If only you keep me on the road
And get me safely home again.