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</p><p id="eaa5">Promises left to pay</p><p id="38e2">To be repaid one day</p><figure id="65d8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Photos my own</figcaption></figure><p id="16bc">I saved up to buy my beloved HQ from a working a part-time job since I was 14 and 9 months to the day. The legal limit in Australia to start work.</p><p id="4b2d">I had it in my head I was getting a V8 panel van. I am glad my father talked me out of that. A car a new driver is not ready for.</p><p id="9e8f">We compromised on a Holden 6 cylinder 202 HQ Premier. I still love that car.</p><p id="3a81">My father’s other wise condition before it left the driveway was to show him I could change the tyres and perform a basic service.</p><p id="93c7">We had many adventures together.</p><p id="4af4">Close calls.</p><p id="438b">The picture of her down a ditch is the result of youthful inexperience mixed with a need for speed. A loose gravel road my teacher.</p><p id="30ec">The expense to main # Options tain her became too great while I was studying. Being pulled over by the police and gifted a yellow sticker the final straw.</p><p id="3815">My promise to restore her still unmet, but I am hopeful it will happen.</p><p id="ff25"><a href="">Christine Graves <i></i></a><i>sparked the inspiration for this piece with her creative challenge for June. Support her endeavour by playing along any way you can.</i></p><div id="14fc" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/XmMlFhYE06"> <div> <div> <h2>My Personal Writing Challenge</h2> <div><h3>I am NOT very good at reaching major goals. I try, but I usually end up bombing somewhere in the middle. I come out…</h3></div> <div><p>link.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*SZKU-ackvGEgwCqU)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Classic Car, a Bottle of Champagne, a Fake ID

A poem prompted by play

HQ kinga in our shed

First car’s resting bed

Gun metal grey

No engine today

Her beautiful grill

Freedom for thrill

Beer and cheap champagne

Drunken adventures to tame

A fake ID the gifted key

To access booze so free

Deadly mix of youth

Consequences the truth

Advice gifted gone quick

Sobering truth the trick

Learning via pain

Life lessons train

Growth from insight

Contrasting delight

Surprised arrival

At our survival

Promises left to pay

To be repaid one day

I saved up to buy my beloved HQ from a working a part-time job since I was 14 and 9 months to the day. The legal limit in Australia to start work.

I had it in my head I was getting a V8 panel van. I am glad my father talked me out of that. A car a new driver is not ready for.

We compromised on a Holden 6 cylinder 202 HQ Premier. I still love that car.

My father’s other wise condition before it left the driveway was to show him I could change the tyres and perform a basic service.

We had many adventures together.

Close calls.

The picture of her down a ditch is the result of youthful inexperience mixed with a need for speed. A loose gravel road my teacher.

The expense to maintain her became too great while I was studying. Being pulled over by the police and gifted a yellow sticker the final straw.

My promise to restore her still unmet, but I am hopeful it will happen.

Christine Graves sparked the inspiration for this piece with her creative challenge for June. Support her endeavour by playing along any way you can.

My Personal Writing Challenge

I am NOT very good at reaching major goals. I try, but I usually end up bombing somewhere in the middle. I come out…

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