Going steady
Transmission cover off
you kept both eyes on the road
while I watched tarmac scroll.
Every so often its splines worked loose
and the Humber Hawk rolled
to a standstill.
You’d shove the propshaft home
and our first house edged
slowly closer.
Machinery often made us laugh.
My first thought when I read ‘splines’ was cubic splines. I’ve forgotten what they are, but I’m sure Martin will know. I also remembered driving my dad’s Hawk and a heavy beast that was. I like the idea of this poem but don’t believe the last line 😉