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The Virtue of a Car - A Poem about a Datsun Bluebird

Updated on November 14, 2015
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Tina's passion for creative writing began in her teens. She holds a Master of Arts (Writing) and works in online publishing.

My Dad and his Datsun Bluebird
My Dad and his Datsun Bluebird

When I was nine and nearly ten
My Daddy, I remember clearly when
He traded in our rust bucket Holden
For a Datsun Bluebird, slightly olden.
Pride was plastered upon his face
As he parked it in front of my school place
And took pleasure in showing me
Our 'new' car for all the kids to see.

The car would ferry us from A to B
Like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang it seldomly
Let us down unless the lights were left on
And drained the battery 'till all life was gone.
There was a time when increasing speed
The little car's warnings Dad did not heed
Planting his foot down to do twenty k'
The beetle shaped bonnet up and flew away.

Our Datsun Bluebird survived my teenage years
It's faded green appearance brought out my fears
I would demand when being picked up at school
For the car to be parked faraway as a rule.
The car was an icon in our small village
Where it could be left wide open without fear of pillage.
And more than once it paraded the streets
To be met with vocal harassment and human bleats.

The car from the sixties had character
It was more unique than a court Archiater
With holes in the floor through which I could peak
And watch the road pass directly under my feet.
For an ignition Dad pressed a dual light switch
As he'd lost the car keys and since we weren't rich
Avoided the locksmith. With coins to spare
Dad fitted a power point, an innovation still rare.

When it came to the local police enforcement
Our vehicle was not a huge endorsement
For cars that passed the registration requirement
When the coppers believed it was passed retirement.
We knew all the back streets for we were wize
To avoid their ever gazing eyes.
The acquisition of spare parts was not hard
For Dad had two other Datsuns in the yard.

My Dad, he did cherish his little Bluebird
And to part with it was a crime unheard
But there came a day when we did leave
To a City which caused Dad to grieve
For he could not take our little car
As driving it down would be too far.
On its last run when Dad stopped in the yard
The gear box collapsed, the car took it hard.

I'm glad to announce it didn't end there
For a few months later, with some flare
The car we thought of as our very own Herby
Towed a Caravan in smash up Derby.

© Tinsky

Original Poem written in 1995 but was completely revised for Hubpages in February 2011.

Background Information on this Poem.

This poem is based on the true life story of one very loved, Datsun Bluebird (in our lives from 1979 - 1990). I learnt to drive in this car. I had to pump the break on more than one occasion and slam the gears into place. Unfortunately some years later while taking real driving lessons, the driving school was concerned with this learnt behavior.

This car really did start by using a dual light switch because my Dad lost the keys to the ignition. Dad really did install a power point n the back of the front seats which was very useful when camping or when my Dad needed power for his tools.

At one point, this car drove through the town of Mackay (Nth Queensland, Australia) with naked store shop Dummies sitting posed on its roof. Our Datsun Bluebird was a great car to drive on the many back roads around Mackay including, "The Jump" on the way to Seaforth. I even recall Dad taking the doors off once so we could drive through a flooded Pioneer River at the bridge behind the Marion sugar mill.

I recall my Dad working on the engine and replacing it more than once. He had great pleasure in showing me an asbestos mat inside the engine. The two spare Datsun Bluebirds that sat in our yard were very handy, especially when I backed out of the yard one day and forgot to close the driver's door. The original door caught on our wire fence and crumpled. Dad just took a grey door off one of the spare cars and replaced it as if nothing was wrong.

Dad bought this car for about $500 and drove it for over 10 years.

© 2011 Tina Dubinsky


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    • daydreamer13 profile image

      daydreamer13 6 years ago

      Nice trip down memory lane. Very well done!

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      Cassandra Mantis 6 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

      A wonderful tribute to an old car. Some people just have fond memories and associate happy times with cars. I loved my Grandad's ancient Volvo, built like a tank, but never broke down. Now I drive an Alfa Romeo T-spark and it has its days! LOL! Cheers! Thanks or a great hub. :)

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      ahorseback 7 years ago

      Tinsky ,What a memory to have and share. Thanks for the ride!

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      Tina Dubinsky 7 years ago from Brisbane, Australia

      Thanks Vietnamvet68, Epigramman and Doug for your encouraging comments. I have great memories of this car in which I spent a large portion of my childhood.

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      Doug Turner Jr. 7 years ago

      Good story with a sly, funny ending. This poem briefly took me to another time and place. Glad I happened upon your work. Nice to meet you. -- Doug

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      ...well I love your poetic sense of humor and wit and charm too! Good to see people here at the Hub write outside the proverbial box (like I do - lol lol lol) and you do this very well yourself ......

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      vietnamvet68 7 years ago from New York State

      a great little story, thanks for sharing.

      God Bless