Ode to my Ford Territory

Here is my car, soon to be traded, we had some good times, we had some bad times, but through it all you have always been… A Gas Guzzling heap of JUNK…

Ode to My Old Tin Can Ford

The Ford is my auto; I shall not walk.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It leaveth me stranded in deep waters.
It irritates my soul.
It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I drive through the valleys, I am towed up the hills.
I fear all evil for my sparkplug corrodeth.
My rods and my bolts discomfort me.
It prepareth a puncture in the presence of trouble.
It annointeth my hands with grease.
My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.

By jolly_jeanie
Brandenburg, KY

Thank You Jolly Jeanie,

However my Ford is now destined for someone else, and best of luck to them. May they discover the pleasures of visiting the gas station far too often, of rubber door seals that were always falling off, of a build quality only an Australian could be proud of, but it was a great car for the family. So many memories as this was the last car I bought before my wife and I split up, in fact I took delivery of it only 3 months before we did. The kids actually rarely saw the two of us in the car together and it was the last thing that my ex-wife returned to me (it was too expensive).

My New car awaits me at the dealer, I’m picking it up tomorrow, as does the pleasures of diesel economy, of lots and lots of gadgets, bring it on, and I hope it inspires me in ways that my Ford never did.

Capt. Savage

(Leaving his former US love, i.e. his Ford SUV, for his new European model, from Germany)

My New Love, my VW Golf 103TDI Comfortline Wagon…


9 thoughts on “Ode to my Ford Territory

  1. I wish you a long and happy ‘trails’ together.

  2. iamnotshe says:

    ChaChing!!! Nice, new wheels Cap! I loved the poem, btw. Personally, I haven’t owned a heap of junk for 20 years. The city provides lots of sidewalks… So far tax free -so far. Trains and buses run amok …

    So anyway, enjoy you’re new German 4 wheel transportation system. May it get wonderful mileage, and never have a leak, nor need a tow (or toe) 🙂

    • Capt. Savage says:

      I wish there was suitable public transport in my home town, but its really the land of the car over here, takes me nearly an hour to do the same trip that takes me 20 minutes in the car, But Yes Mels I could live without it, but I do love it 🙂

      • iamnotshe says:

        Very nice wheels.

        I’m in land of the “wheels” this weekend, which means i will be painting, gardening, catching up on American football propaganda, etc. The usual lazy day things. It’s Sat. morning now … Enjoy your new car/bus. Melsz

      • Capt. Savage says:


        Have been enjoying the car although it’s way more complicated than my last one. Somehow your life without a car makes a lot of sense right now as I struggle with the complexities of my new metal monster, CS 🙂

  3. Oh you player you!
    CS, for an accountant you’re a fantastic poet!

  4. Capt. Savage says:

    Thanks Rose, but actually Jollie Jeanie is the poet in this case not me, I tried to write something myself, but fearful of receiving a sharp critique from you, I found someone else’s and used it instead. You really do scare me Rose, XOXO

  5. […] For me, well my week has been largely about my new car, and I could bore you to death with the details… But perhaps only I truly appreciate the magnificence of my new Volkswagen Golf, see https://captsavage.wordpress.com/2012/08/10/ode-to-my-ford-territory/ […]

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