Cars Through The Years: They All Had Their Names Pt.1 Poem by Frank Avon

It all started with Dimples,

a 1960 blue Bel-Air,
with a sharp, white top,
a pseudo-convertible,
my first brand-new car,
purchased at Carter Chevrolet
just two blocks off the Square.

Both virginal and matronly,
she was, a sleek beauty
with a touch of class, but
plenty of oomph to share.
Then the hailstorm hit.
She was only a few months
off the lot, still asparkle,
and suddenly, in three minutes
she was dimpled, front to rear.
A young professor, already in debt,
I used the insurance dollars
for other purposes and
affectionately labeled her Dimples.
Naming an auto humanizes it;
a machine becomes a companion.

And jolly companions we were:
Dimples and I, nomads,
we explored Texas, only a bit
inebriated; we summered back
in Tennessee, gallant, free;
we courted together (did we
ever!) , and decided immediately
to settle down (virgin become
matron, and damn good at it) :
we found our windshield etched
with hydrochloric acid
from an irascible student;
packed to the gills we set out
for Ioway, expecting a PhD
and two sons simultaneously.
For you see, matronly Dimples
was really meant to be
mentor, counsel, godmother
to my lovely bride from Tennessee
and, early on, a lively family.