(>There once was a man who had a crooked car, >But it wasn't a Rambler so we won't talk about it >!!! mprice@xxxxxxxxxx <mailto:mprice@xxxxxxxxxx> )
There once was a man with crooked old car, But it was a Rambler, so still could go far With body askew yet with drivetrain intact. Like Statesman by Nash, like Hornet in fact Its soul remained strong despite tired looks And mileage accrued toward high-record books.
That man passed away and his car was unused Until younger chaps had uncovered the news. An "AMC List" it seems they were called About such machines they rub their heads bald. "Should this car be saved or parted right out Is it too far rusted to care much about?"
Now not dilettante-ish in things AMC For some it was pleasure, for some A to Z. Reading and writing and wrenching each day To keep alive memories in many a way. Most do love their Javelins, Pacers, Matadors They want all Kenoshans with four wheels and doors.
That crooked old Rambler was posted for sale And started new life; yes, one whole new tale. For to it with trailer and small bit of cash Departed a buyer who loved cars like Nash. He loaded his purchase and hauled it on home Then resto got started through boneyard and phone.
It took somewhat longer (and cost plenty more) But come summer oh-two, on fine Great Lakes shore, He proudly displayed his old Rambler renewed To legions of fans who were so deeply moved They voted it "Best" (of both paint and of show) And once again many were happy to know
Yet one more old car thought too crooked for use Became golden egg laid by AMC goose! The moral is simple, abundantly clear, That junker to most folks to others is dear. Bodies from crooked made perfectly straight, Wheezing old six mill replaced by big eight.
It takes but a dollar, a dream and a day To transform from hopeless to more than OK,
From Rambler that once only dork-types did driveTo cruise night machine you'd be proud to high-five.