Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417

Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Thrilled (an acrostic poem)

There was only so much adrenaline that could flood her system

Helen felt the seat vibrate as the engine revved

Rolling through the corner with the gas pedal on the floor

If she could just squeeze out a bit more speed

Looking for an opening to make her move

Leaping at her chance she dove to the bottom, hoping her car would stick

Even with the other car, she slowly drifted up the track

Determined to never be left behind again

 

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