On a recent warm, sunny, summer day,
There was a needed item for which I’d have to pay.
Excited, I was not from my house when I did depart,
As the destination of my journey was stinking Wal-Mart.
If finds such as this Plymouth were an ironclad guarantee,
I might shop there more than twice annually.
This B-body Plymouth was a find exquisite and rare,
especially when enhanced to such a period air.
I once wrote an uncharitable CC on a similar ’72,
Low mileage, 318 powered, and painted blue.
There’s no way this Satellite came from Highland Park painted plum,
As odds would be better of catching Lynn Townsend sucking his thumb.
Yet six and forty years later,
you’re not reading a hater.
He’s rather enamored with this tan gutted Satellite,
As finding it made a trip to nasty Wal-Mart a delight.
A green ’71 was repeatedly spotted three years ago in Jefferson City.
Is this it? Who knows? It’s being driven; if not, that would be a pity.
Note: a rerun of an older post.
I’ve not seen anything painted “Plumb Crazy” in many years .
This looks like a driveway job done with Foo-Foo cans, I still like it .
-Nate
Two pics show a white sdn to the right of the “old ride”. One shows a church van.
Pics going into store, out from the store?
I once drove one of these for a week,
It was not the ride I set out to seek,
Suspension as hard as a rock,
It felt like driving on a concrete block.
A 318 was under its hood,
As I drove it ‘round the neighbourhood.
As to your visit to the dreaded Wal-Mart,
We hope you were able to in and out dart.
Farewell to our Plymouth painted plum,
We hope you are well cared for where you are from.