Rusty Wrecks. Gleaming paint work, shining chrome.  The pride and joy of the carport, my brand new home.  Neighbours admire me. They say I'm really "neat "  I'm the newest and best in our neighbourhood street. I'm washed with love and polished with care. I'm the family car that all can share. Then time goes by and I fall from grace. A newer model takes my place.  Now I 'm on a used car lot, my resale value falling . My tyres get kicked, but my engine keeps on stalling.  My paint's gone to pot, my lights are dim and old. So I've become a lemon and never will be sold. I am used and forlorn, my upholstery is torn and no-one gives a care.   So I start to rust as any car must, when if it's left in the open air. I re-call a time I was in my prime, the road was a trusted friend. But that's all past. I 'm just metal and glass  - a junk yard is where I'll end.                                            Verse and Power Point Show by Diane.

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Tribute to the Studebaker. 1966 – The year Style died. Cars rust, it is a given. Some become too old to be driven. It is a truth - that’s very sad, but the demise of the “Stude” was worse than bad. The greatest tragedy in the history of the automobile industry was the demise of the Studebaker. The names of the models speak of skill, daring and futuristic flare. President. Commander. Champion. Gran Turismo. Golden Hawk. Silver hawk. Lark. Avanti. Starliner. See more original creations by Diane at http://sites.google.com/site/queenslandwomenoftheweb/Home