The pits…

June 16th, 2013
Plumpton | East Sussex | UK

On a visit to my local garage
Where tea and topless girls
Have largely been replaced
By Lattes and The Daily Telegraph
I can’t help feeling nostalgia
For the smell of spent oil
Or the shrill of an electric wrench.

The Garage has been replaced
By the Dealership
By procedure.

When my fault is finally diagnosed
The sharp intake of breath
Is familiar enough
But I can’t help feeling
A little cheated.
When a man in a suit offers to
‘Shows me the bits!’