Category Archives: Jack
Jack introduced himself to me on a hot day on Interstate 84, due west of Boise, Idaho, six years ago. We were coming out of Ontario, Oregon where he just had his new boxed 350 engine installed. We were flying down the road, burning it in, when he spoke.
It’s a strange phenomenon, but some vehicles go right into my brain and say hello. I’ve also had some that absolutely refuse to identify themselves. If you follow this blog, you know our other vehicle is named Lucy. A very sweet girl :-)
So without further ado, meet Jack:
Update: Forgot to mention that he’s a lifted 1979 Chevrolet Silverado.
My new truck has announced her gender and name to me. Meet Jill!
Big Jack is heading back to Seattle with Riley at the end of the summer, so I’ll have two girls, both Mazdas, hanging out in the garage this winter. (Lucy is my other Mazda :-)
In the meantime, Jack has a playmate. When Jack and Jill went up the hill to get that water, did they do so as siblings, friends or lovers?
Answer: The roots of the story, or poem, are in France. Jack and Jill are said to be King Louis XVI – Jack, who was beheaded (lost his crown) followed by his Queen, Marie Antoinette – Jill – (who came tumbling after). So they were lovers.
SlideShow (Dump Run)