Thanks, Jeep, for that. Awesome National Anthem video. So, I’m even more sorry to say my Jeep Wangler Sport is for sale. The replacement title should be here from Raleigh any day. A tough call, that. Lots of memories. She’s a 1987 classic! 4.2 liter straight six Wrangler Sport which always strikes me as being twice the size of more recent Sports:
She’s in pretty rough shape. To be sold “AS IS.” You’ll have to make her a Trailer Queen till you work on her if you’re brave enough and good enough to get her back into action. You can leave offers in the comments (which comments won’t make it though moderation). Be sure to provide valid contact info. We’ll see what we can do. The tires themselves are worth something, right?
Jenny was my “woods truck.” I wasn’t too smart back in the day.
My neighbor made me a rack for out front so that I wouldn’t kill myself. Very kind of him. I’ll throw in the front rack. The lower log alone, green Red Oak that had tumbled down, surely weighed some 700 lbs. What a fright!
I needed that weight out front to get up the ridge without tumbling backwards! BTW, the right front tire isn’t flat, just down in the ditch a bit.
UPDATE: In response to a question, Jenny would need a tow-bar that you can rent at U-Haul, or a tow-truck with a winch to haul her up.
Another question as to the shifting. She’s got five forward and a reverse. Clutch! There’s another shifter from 4 wheel at low range to four wheel at high range, then also a 2 wheel high range. And a button-plunger gadget to assist in getting it to catch the gears. Hey! It’s 1987. Here’s a picture of that:
Jenny’s back. She runs good. Can’t take her anywhere yet as the steering has to be fixed up a bit. But she’s good for down and dirty donkey jobs like pulling out concreted-in 4″ diameter metal poles the previous owner had put up for laundry and now redundant because of the metal fence over which things can be put.
There are those who thought Jenny wasn’t up to the task, but at the least bit of a gentle tug at one one-millionth of a mile an hour from her and… and… *BANG* – which is the sound made when metal is ripped apart from metal suddenly.
I’m sure Jenny didn’t even realize she had gone to work yet and is wondering why we quit so early. Both poles broke cleanly about 4″ below ground level. I took a hammer and smoothed out any rough bits and knocked a bit of dirt down. Done. Thanks Jenny!
I’m sure she misses being a woods truck, um, woods jeep. I’ll have to see about a finding a small wood stove that would pass local stringent environmental laws and statutes.
“Can do!” attitude. Good to have. Not because we can do anything, but because all things are possible with God. Jesus makes the impossible easy. It’s the difference between our non-existent determination and His love dwelling within us.
Way back in the day, when I was a seminarian, spiritual directors in their conferences would insist on the virtue of humility, citing the things the saints did to help along their humility. But, I don’t know, I think the spiritual directors got it all wrong, with the effect — I’m blaming them ever so humbly! — that we seminarians didn’t become very humble at all. Some of us just stayed as arrogant as anyone might be; some started exaggerating on the “I’m going to do something to humiliate myself” kick. But, of course, humility is simply about truth, accepting the truth of the situation we are in. Compare the following three statements by which the seminarians might be categorized:
- Look at me! Look at me! I’m doing something to humiliate myself! I’m soooo holy and I’m so self-fulfilled! [And this fellow then proceeds to act like a mentally handicapped person, thus demonstrating how terribly arrogant he really is.]
- Don’t be such an idiot. You’re going to get yourself thrown out of the seminary. [This is said while pushing the first fellow to the ground just when the bus comes for the university so that the other fellow will be late for class, an infraction to be noted by the formation directors. Bullies, mind you, are as arrogant as the falsely-humble.]
- In silence, a third fellow lifts up a prayer to the Lord Jesus: “Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner.” [And this fellow is happy to accept the truth of who he is before Jesus, rejoicing that Jesus is forgiving, good and kind, making us His friends in truth.]
Jenny the Jeep is showing her deficiencies to the whole world here. Previous owners thought they were electricians and mechanics. Not. The wires, which should be about none, are a rats nest of connected the wrong way and disconnected and shorting out wires. That’s not good for the junction box which only lasts about 30 minutes. One of the mechanics in town, a Jeep aficionado, is going to try to look at her next week. Jenny doesn’t care about the humiliation, showing what she needs to who can help her. That’s humility, which is modest yet eager to be helped, “doing” something that might make her look humble but not so as to draw attention to how good she is in her humility, but rather just to be helped by the one willing and able to provide that help.
I suppose I’ve been all three of the examples above at whatever time. But I have hope that Jesus will be happy for me to say: Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner.
P.S. Saint Philip Neri is most famous for “doing” stuff that would humiliate himself, but this was done as a clever ironic entrapment of those full of themselves, who were about to be taught a lesson fit to bring them to humility on their knees in the confessional as soon as they opened their arrogant mouths. Hey hey hey. The saints are also like that. Yikes!
Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner.