Never was a Skyline Boy No group for the Celica Kid Dad's one, a silver '94 Same year I'd been born Oh the GT-R had speed Fast, Furious, a favourite But I could sit in mine Then it was BMW Most Wanted by all Nissan boys no-more Gone to another blocky box Hah; their gazes, faces When he'd pick me up Dropped jaws, green eyes Germany ruled, even with girls Horch declared pupil of the year Sea of saloons, jungle of jeeps Come evening, the day done I seemed to be the only one The Celica Kid, smiling Climbing into their car Not for every Euro in the world Not for a thousand Audis A thousand BMWs and Nissans Not if Aikawa himself Rose from the dead To hand me the keys Nothing, just Dad's Celica It had one thing A thing all others couldn't Priceless times, memories Father and Son, together Driving, silently listening To one another's heart To one another's breathing Because it was damn quiet
Not even Toyotas last forever. Eventually that poor Celica was retired in favour of something Dad could actually climb in and out of, much to my dismay. I picture the day he installed his IPod — there were three songs in particular, three I’m still listening to years later.
- Fleetwood Mac – The Chain
- Kenny Wayne Shepherd – Blue on Black
- AC/DC – Live Wire
Like I said, every other car in the world might’ve been nicer, and faster, and comfier, but the memories I have sitting in Dad’s Celica will forever be with me — the car itself quite happy to sit at 100kph.
Simple times, happy times. Thank you, Japan, for making the best car ever.
Auf Wiedersehen
P.S: Kudos to you if you got the Tori Amos reference in the first stanza! Bonus points if you picked up on the Fast & Furious and Need For Speed ones.
AJ Carney 