Banana

It was a time when we discussed Europe,
As a cackle-inducing aside.
Banana-straightening rules,
True perception focussed on each ride.
You had that awesome Spitfire,
I had the temperamental Skoda.
In a state where we'd never tire,
In the thrall of our commanding odour.

These were truly the days of our lives,
No hard rules of speed to hamper us,
Badmotorfinger setting off car alarms,
Unencumbered with restrictions of cameras.
Yeah, that car she didn't have much luck.
I remember all that work that we'd done,
Then that nurse slammed you on Broad Street.
The poor wee thing was completely spun.

And thus was born the name "Banana",
It was a joke so very few ever got.
Your skill putting her right was your legacy,
Curing twists as you ground away rot.
That first time, fixed, we drove into Derby,
You drove like a madman possessed!
Even stoned I had never felt more alive, then.
In many ways, Banana days were the best.