Ode to Power Steering

Three girlfriends on holiday,
Oh! what a treat,
Four days without makeup,
flipflops on our feet.

Eight hour drive,
but nothing to fret
We'll take turns at the wheel
No crisis', yet

Straight-shot 'cross the desert
Me on second-shift,
Permanently in 5th gear,
Not a finger to lift

Soon upon comes our exit,
just a gentle arc
But wait! no power steering!
My heart goes bizzarck!

Their lives in my hands
as I muscle the turn,
If I screw this route up,
in Hell I will burn!

We round out the turn
just shy of the divide
Intact, in one piece,
our mouths gaped awide.

Just a simple caution,
when splitting the drive,
Check for power steering,
if you hope to survive!

~TGOV

(a small homage to a road trip made with two friends, wherein I discovered that not all cars have power steering, and learnt, first hand, that traveling down the road at 70 mph is, indeed, a challenge to the laws of Physics. Thank goodness we didn't learn, first hand, about Pure Elastic Collision.)