A Short Note on Courtesy Cars...

'If it don't fit (don't force it)'

While you coax the not-yet-run-in sticky shift
towards the high double-digits
- while musing over the brand of treacle
used to manufuckture the clutch -
you remember the lyrics of Funkadelic,
as you try to get the car into 6th gear,
too prick-thick to realise it doesn't have one.

Where? Watford, finally back in my own car
Listening to: Matthew Herbert Big Band