Car keys and Good Omens

After one long month

of watching my car mock me.

My wait is over.

THE KEY!!! (and the car, too, I guess...)

A car and its keys:

It’s a match made in heaven

(or maybe Detroit)

Define "freedom" (noun):

Having a car, keys, gas, and

places to explore!

And now, two haiku courtesy of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, whose novel Good Omens features a fictional disaster of a Japanese car.  The Wasabi "had been programmed by someone who not only didn’t understand English, but didn’t understand Japanese either,” resulting in warnings such as “Prease to frasten sleat-bert” and “Oil plessure arert.”  Unfortunately for me, this "Engrish" is not far-fetched at all!  Fortunately for the fictional car, it undergoes a transformation such that it issues “its voice-synthesized warnings in a series of exquisite and perfectly phrased haikus, each one original and apt.

Late frost burns the bloom

Would a fool not let the belt

Restrain the body?

The cherry blossom

Tumbles from the highest tree.

One needs more petrol."

Inspired, I have attempted to create picturesque haiku about my own car experiences in Japan so far!

In gray morning light,

mist creeps down the mountainsides.

Ignition success.

The gentlest breeze

whispers in the empty streets,

Drive on the left, please.

My lovely village in the early morning fog.

Bonus: A haiku about the summer I drove the Subaru in New Hampshire.

A majestic moose

grazes in a twilit lake.

Cruise control is locked.

I strongly encourage you all to write beautiful haiku about your own car experiences and post them in the comments below!