07/28/02 12:12 PM
There are some, (mostly ex-girlfriends, my mother, and my sister), who would say I have no reason to own a 400HP, less than 3000 lb (that is 400 lbs less than a Ford Taurus!) Ferrari 360 Spyder. Bullocks, I say! What the hell does need have to do with anything? While drooling all over the Ferrari site, I remembered a poem called Titanic. The following is a quick response to both the poem and all those naggers of good intention.
Ode to Spyder
for one, would not buy
ticket for a flagging, floating funeral parlor.
me a Ferrari.
die . . . We are all drifting
our death. But with speed, tension,
fed, with music, with lights! Ah!
the world shocked, shakes its head as it ought to do
half-inch obituary, no books or movies
way to recreate the power, the uncertainty
way to translate that kind of ride.
split second late, a missed curve
friction, scattering somersault
is no time for comfort.
all go: only a few, fast.