Introduction

A man, his car and a quest.

DATSUN STANZA

Copyright; S. Sorrensen
From his book 'S. O'Teric'

The sun sets like molten mitsubishi magna
behind the nissan skyline.

Once, when times were datsun sunny,
bluebirds sang, mini-minor birds warbled
and jaguars, sleek and purring,
left black scratches
down the naked hatchbacks
of our austin free ways

Hillman hunters roamed the suzuki sierras
and like jeep cherokees
drove the ford mustangs and chevy impalas
to water, and to oil.

But now,
since the flaming ford meteor
crashed like a sunbird into this...
this giant people mover,
this mitsubishi earth
dark thunderbird clouds cover the sun
and the four horse powers
of the apocalypse
turn our free ways
into toll ways
into gravel
into dust

And only faded falcons fly
above the empty cattle station wagons
holden grimly onto a flaking landscape
too dark and too dry
torana herd of even subaru brumbies.

And I am me,
a land cruiser, a range rover
alone, with no ford escort,
I am an 'olden jackaroo
scuttling like a VW beetle
across the burnt out leyland

I am don quixote, the valiant charger
and I am on a quest,
at no small risk
to my personal subaru liberty,
to end the diahatsu charade
to triumph over stag and cobra
to wear the toyota crown
in dodge city
with a corona in one hand
and a lemon in the other ...

I'm gonna kill general motors!

No diahatsu applause please,
it's my honda civic duty.

Copyright; S. Sorrensen