Cars are certainly an oddity to folks such as myself. Obviously I have a certain amount of suspicion for government entities, large corporations and machines in general. They’re all creations of man, and thus carry the taint of…man…liness. Woman make things too, but you know what I mean.
But also, I learned from my guru that if we spend time with objects, we can impart a small portion of our pure spirit onto them. So I own a car, because I’ve been careful to treat it with respect and love. Also, it helps me get to gigs, when I have gigs.
And is there any time purer than the time when you’re having a car serviced? I recently had to make use of a local Bentleigh car mechanic, even though i don’t live there. Not really that well-connected myself, so I had to get a recommendation. All the good mechanics are in Bentleigh…apparently? Anyway, I didn’t know Bentleigh, and I don’t believe in GPS so I didn’t want to wander off and get lost, so I thought I’d stick around the car servicing place. Didn’t bring my banjo with me on that particular day, but I had my backup banjo in the car, so I pulled it out and composed the car servicing folks a nice little ditty while they worked. I think they really appreciated it; it definitely made them work faster! Maybe that’s one I can add to my repertoire eventually, if I can figure out what goes in the thirteenth verse. See, it’s the story of a girl and the bond she shares with her car, entitled ‘The Story of Girl and a Car”. It’s about the Bond they share and the drama of needing the best car service Bentleigh has to offer. Not that I was going for flattery or anything, but the ninth verse was mostly lyrics drawn from the sound of that little whizzing machine they use to undo the bolts on the hubcaps.
“UEEEEEEEEHHHH, DRIVE INTO THE SUNSET, YOU AND I, UEEEEEEEEH.”
It’s surprisingly melodic.
-Deirdre