Last Resting Place
Slowly decaying into the earth it rest upon the beaten up old timer waits beneath the baking sun with the hopeless dreams of restoration long ago forgotten. Sparking memories to any who gaze upon the empty carcass of former glory days, fresh shinny pain and new leather seat smell. Of petrol fumes and wind blowing fast through an open window on a long winding highway to another time. A relic, a rust bucket, a reminder of days gone by.