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\nriding a Thunderbird down the dusty streets
\nchasing the final adventure. He might drive right past me,
\nenthralled with his midnight machinery,
\nthe carburettor chugging, recalling to him the gradient
\nof the Pennine roads, reminding him of the thrill of push-biking
\nover the Snake Pass, swaggering, deviating down the diagonal,
\nclinging onto his two wheels for dear life.
\nDad. You made it through those dangerous days,
\nthough if we are to believe in the multiverse,
\nmany of your parallel selves would not be so lucky.
\nIn one of those alternatives, you’re still here, you’re still there,
\nsputtering up the coast, avoiding the feral dogs.
\nand I spot you, gobsmacked, dropping my bottle of coke.<\/p>\n