I have not named a vehicle since I owned a 240Z. That was the 1970s.
There were a lot of things I did then that I have abandoned -- including not naming vehicles.
If my memory serves me, my Escape is my seventh vehicle since the named 240Z. And there is nothing about the Escape that has caused me to name it.
It is a utilitarian vehicle. And, even though I have now owned it for eight years, I have never formed a personal relationship with it.
That is, until this week.
Nancy commented yesterday that "most of your recent posts have a heavily negative aspect." And she is correct. I have not been very happy over the past two weeks.
And you all know the reason why. I have been worried about El Perro Viego. His legs have turned both of us into invalids.
I walked by the Escape on Wednesday and realized that I brought it down here to give me flexibility in driving around. So, on Thursday morning, Jiggs and I will do just that.
I will pop Jiggs into the back of the truck, free the Escape from its stable confinement, and the three of us will head off for some short adventures. It may not be much, but we can enjoy ourselves to the extent of our individual limitations.
So, yes, Nancy, there is joy in Melaque -- or nearby. And we are going to prove it.