Me an my nova
The wheels are spinning, asphalt flowing by.
Reflection of the lights glimmer and shine off her beautiful skin.
Through the hills she takes me, the lights of the city below.
I picture a time of simplicity that came before me.
No perticular place to go, just letting her flow to wherever that V8 takes me.
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
The tank is full and the wax fresh. The limits are endless, me an my nova cruising the streets.
Funny that this steel brings so much pleasure, personality all her own.
She's got soul and class, people wave as she glides by.
Oldies are special, they bring us together.
All walks of life an color, gender an social standing.
It doesn't matter when it comes to cars.
From 34 fords to 39 Chevys. Novas to cudas, mustangs to tri-fives.
There's something about them, you just end up grinning.
Me an my nova, cruising the streets.
By Matthew Branton
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