My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads <br />As it's too old they say. <br />I keep my both hands on the steering wheel <br />But it goes to its own consent. <br />I am scared if it stops on a hill side <br />As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains <br />Those tricky notes to refuel.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-car-without-a-number-plate/
