Here's some awesome truck poetry, via Wild Wild West:
For Whom the Truck Does Not Crank
(certainly not) by John Donne.
No battery cable is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the truck,
A part of the DMV registration records.
If a truck be washed away by the flooded low-water crossing,
Texas is the less.
As well as if a one-ton bro-dozer were.
As well as if a Kenworth of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each battery cable's failure diminishes me,
For I am involved in truck ownership.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the truck does not crank,
It does not crank for thee.
Texas is the less. I love that, but Each battery cable's failure diminishes me. Whoa, now we're talking.
Metaphysical poetry forever,
LSP
It could be worse.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3LK1Mt3CZA&ab_channel=yankee1830
WSF, he's most awesome...
ReplyDeleteThat's Mrs. Junior Brown playing back-up with that big flat-top guitar.
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ReplyDeleteEvery truck owner has a story or six. Those times you got stuck, some more memorable and physical and lengthy than others.
Watching Brit police procedure TV I conclude a number of UK subjects have pickups.
Jeans are universal dress. Back when I was a mid-teenager (1962 or so) and sneaking Daddy's "Esquire," I read a piece "Let's Trade Texas for Mexico." One of the writer's arguments was, "No woman looks good in blue jeans."
I did not know Esquire went commie that far back but the evidence SgtBob presented is undeniable.
ReplyDeleteFort Wainwright, Alaska, 1973, we got a Blazer stuck in the muskeg followed in succession by three four wheel drive pick-ups. Stick one, walk out, call the next guy, stick his, etc. Obviously we were slow learners. Finally we ran out of guys we knew who had 4WD's and had to call a professional to come get us out. Good times.
Well spotted, WWW!
ReplyDeleteI've never read Esquire, Sgt., which sadly dates me.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Texas should take over Mexico and become a SUPERPOWER. Or is that heresy?
Oh man, WWW, I really don't like having to get hauled outta the mud by local friendlies...
ReplyDeleteThe local friendlies, ha. In this case, the local friendly demanded, and got, cash up front. Probably why he was friendly. "Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn", right?
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