Fond Forward Look Memories
May They Rest In Peace...Or Better Yet, Be Organ Donors!
Save This Old Iron From Becoming A Mitsubishi!

These photos are of Forward Look era cars sitting in a wrecking yard in North Central Wisconsin

Here we lie,
in stages of rust,
faded paint,
and smelling of must.

I used to be all pretty,
and colored bright blue,
I gained some rust
and now I'm through?

All these years,
that we were friends,
sitting here is how it ends?

Once upon a time,
we were shiny and bright,
Hauled your butt around,
day and night...
Then age took on a different hue,
you toss us aside,
this is what you do?

Way back when,
I was new,
a wash and wax
is what you'd do...
But faded paint
and a broken stud,
here I'm thrown,
hub deep in mud!

I have memories of a warm summer night, you and Susie and no one else in sight...
The moon was bright, and the stars were out, Susie said no, and you started to pout...
She said take me home, it's getting late, she had hoped, that you were the perfect date...
You started me up, and raised up my top, you should have behaved, but you didn't stop...
The porch light is on, her dad is awake, why are you trembling, why do you shake...
She hurries from the car, and doesn't say goodnight, instead of a date, you had a big fight...
My top went down as you peeled away, you're taking it out on me, it's just not my day...
My engine is whining, the rpms are too high, I'm asking you nice, but you still try...
So as we sail along, I'm about to pop, just like with Susie, you just won't stop...
Take me home, I've had all I can take, wasn't one enough, why another mistake...
You didn't listen to sounds that we made, passion and ego is what you had to trade...
Now here I sit, all broken apart, just like Susie and her shattered heart.

Ages ago, I cruised these roads,
carrying you and hauling loads...
Gleaming chrome and sparkling wheel,
equally equipped with sex appeal...
We both have aged, sure does show,
I won't start, and you can't go...
My cam is done, a lobe is shot,
your hair is gone, Don Juan your not...
We're way past 40,
and time was not kind...
My body is rusted,
and your losing your mind...
Find us a spot up on this hill,
melt me down and make a box to fill...
Lay right down, inside of me,
together 'till the end, the way it should be...

I used to be you're pride and joy,
something more than just a toy...
Now I have some broken glass,
and this is where you park my ass?