On the road from Inverness to Glasgow
(A very scenic road it is),
I hitched with a pair - Italiano;
The left-hand-drive Fiat was his.
I think they had taken turns at driving -
I’m not sure from where or how far;
But, when they picked me up from my hiking,
The lady was driving the car.
I recall how warm their greet did feel,
And what a thrilling trip it was;
For, as their hands fought over the wheel,
Our lives came near to loss:
I was sitting tight on the back-right side -
My ears off their argument;
But my eyes surely knew how close beside
The oncoming vehicles went!
We arrived without a scratch at Glasgow,
But it begs this probe, I feel -
Why did our forebears decide to go
Either side for the new wheel?
(C) David Franks 2003
