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The Virtue of a Car - A Poem about a Datsun Bluebird

Tina's passion for creative writing began in her teens. She holds a Master of Arts (Writing) and works as a Freelance Writer.

My Dad and his Datsun Bluebird

My Dad and his Datsun Bluebird

When I was nine and nearly ten
My Daddy, I remember clearly when
He traded in our rust bucket Holden
For a Datsun Bluebird, slightly olden.
Pride was plastered upon his face
As he parked it in front of my school place
And took pleasure in showing me
Our 'new' car for all the kids to see.

The car would ferry us from A to B
Like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, it seldomly
Let us down unless the lights were left on
And drained the battery 'till all life was gone.
There was a time when increasing speed
The little car's warnings Dad did not heed
Planting his foot down to do twenty k'
The beetle shaped bonnet up and flew away.

Our Datsun Bluebird survived my teenage years
Its faded green appearance brought out my fears
I would demand when being picked up at school
For the car to be parked far away as a rule.
The car was an icon in our small village
Where it was left unlocked without fear of pillage.
And more than once, it paraded the streets
To be met with vocal harassment and human bleats.

The car from the sixties had character
It was more unique than a court Archiater
With holes in the floor through which I could peak
And watch the road pass directly under my feet.
For an ignition, Dad pressed a dual light switch
As he'd lost the car keys and since we weren't rich
Avoided the locksmith. With coins to spare
Dad fitted a power point, an innovation still rare.

When it came to the local police enforcement
Our vehicle was not a huge endorsement
For cars that passed the registration requirement
When the coppers believed it was passed retirement.
We knew all the back streets, for we were wise
To avoid their ever gazing eyes.
The acquisition of spare parts was not hard
For Dad had two other Datsuns in the yard.

My Dad; he did cherish his little Bluebird
And to part with it was a crime unheard
But there came a day when we did leave
To a City that caused Dad to grieve
For he could not take our little car
As driving it down would be too far.
On its last run, when Dad stopped in the yard
The gearbox collapsed, the car took it hard.

I'm glad to announce it didn't end there
For a few months later, with some flare
The car we thought of as our very own Herby
Towed a Caravan in smash-up Derby.

© Tinsky

Original Poem was written in 1995 but was revised for Hubpages in February 2011.

Background Information on this Poem.

I based this poem on a true-life story of one very loved Datsun Bluebird (in our lives from 1979 - 1990). I learnt to drive in this car. I had to pump the break on more than one occasion and slam the gears into place. Unfortunately, some years later, while taking real driving lessons, the driving school was concerned with this learnt behaviour.

This car did start by using a dual light switch because my dad lost the keys to the ignition. Dad also installed a double power point in the back of the front seats. They were handy when camping or when my dad needed power for his tools.

At one point, this car drove through the town of Mackay (Nth Queensland, Australia) with naked store shop Dummies sitting posed on its roof. Our Datsun Bluebird was a great car to drive on the many back roads around Mackay, including "The Jump" on the way to Seaforth. I even recall Dad taking the doors off once to drive through a flooded Pioneer River at the bridge behind the Marian sugar mill.

He also worked on the engine constantly and replaced it more than once. He had great pleasure in showing me an asbestos mat under the hood. The two spare Datsun Bluebirds that sat in our yard were very handy, especially when I backed out of the yard one day and forgot to close the driver's door. The original door caught on our wire fence and crumpled. So, Dad just took a grey door off one of the spare cars and replaced it as if nothing was wrong.

Dad bought this car for about $500 and drove it for over ten years.

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© 2011 Tina Dubinsky

Comments

daydreamer13 on June 08, 2011:

Nice trip down memory lane. Very well done!

Cassandra Mantis from UK and Nerujenia on March 26, 2011:

A wonderful tribute to an old car. Some people just have fond memories and associate happy times with cars. I loved my Grandad's ancient Volvo, built like a tank, but never broke down. Now I drive an Alfa Romeo T-spark and it has its days! LOL! Cheers! Thanks or a great hub. :)

ahorseback on February 26, 2011:

Tinsky ,What a memory to have and share. Thanks for the ride!

Tina Dubinsky (author) from Brisbane, Australia on February 20, 2011:

Thanks Vietnamvet68, Epigramman and Doug for your encouraging comments. I have great memories of this car in which I spent a large portion of my childhood.

Doug Turner Jr. on February 16, 2011:

Good story with a sly, funny ending. This poem briefly took me to another time and place. Glad I happened upon your work. Nice to meet you. -- Doug

epigramman on February 16, 2011:

...well I love your poetic sense of humor and wit and charm too! Good to see people here at the Hub write outside the proverbial box (like I do - lol lol lol) and you do this very well yourself ......

vietnamvet68 from New York State on February 15, 2011:

a great little story, thanks for sharing.

God Bless

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