My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As it's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But it goes to its own consent.
I am scared if it stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.

nimal dunuhinga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-car-without-a-number-plate/