A Lady In Red . . .

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Although I've been married for years and years now
And strangely enough I still love my spouse
It does happen from time to time
While out rambling around
There's a simply crazy feeling that I feel
I swear it's like falling in love
All over again
Head over heels
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It happened in fact just the other day
When I saw a lady in red by the side of the way
Like a siren she called, she honked her horn
I took one look, and I was reborn
There was no way I could turn away
Out of the question, I couldn't go back
I was like a train bound for hell on a one way track
She asked me for a key to put in her ignition
She was dressed in red and headed for perdition
But I couldn't resist, I could only say, "Yes..."
As she stood there by the side of the road
Flaunting her curves in a tight red dress
She was whispering things I couldn't quite hear
Like, "Hop on in honey, have no fear"
Or, "Pump up my tires baby, let's go for a ride"
"Can you find my hot wire and make a few sparks"
"Hold on tight while we drive off in the dark"
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Indeed, she was really something, this lady in red
In my dreams I was thinking : Off we sped . . .
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Some of you may remember this is the same old red truck you got a couple of glimpses of there a few posts back on one of James Reflections Weekend series, but I had to come back to her, and let you know the depths of my feelings for her, by showing you more angles to see her from, more dimensions and hidden secrets which might not have been obvious at first glance. Yes, like many somewhat older ladies, she still had the potential for internal combustion after being offered a high octane drink and getting shown a little gentlemanly respect and tenderness. How I longed to climb inside her and go for a ride.
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Though the lipstick and rouge on her front grill was a bit splotchy, I was still smitten, like a deer in a pair of headlights at midnight, helpless, wide-eyed, hypnotized.
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I couldn't even decide which way to hold the camera when photographing her, I wanted the photos to do her justice, have her looking sleek and lean, so I tried both vertical and horizontal positions with the viewfinder, clicking away, irrestibly driven.
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The closer I got, the more her lovely persona went to my head, like a powerful magnet and good perfume, she held me there, and I started to look very closely at her most intimate secrets and dark openings.
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The tire tossed up on top could almost be a halo, over that windshield of dazzling blue reflections.
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A windshield wiper dangled like jewelry, a pendant flung there non-chalantly, part of her personality.
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From every angle her beauty was shining . . . like a tavern's lights, like a magic lantern, even if the lens was cracked. A lighthouse beacon in the night.
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I dared not remove her radiator cap, fearing to release something akin to the contents of Pandora's box. But I did gaze long and lovingly at her rusty complexion.
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One mirror hung down forlornly . . . but then who does not bear some traces of the passing years ?
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The broken glass did not diminish the breathtaking loveliness of her fender's curving forms.
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The cargo bed was frankly getting a bit overgrown, as you can see here, she really does need a little tender loving care. But one of these days I hope to have her running, purring smoothly like a contented cat, so I can load her up with truckloads of smiles to deliver to wherever you may be.
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PS ... Un très grand, très, très grand merci à Clo pour ce vidéo !
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