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RIP my beloved Jimny — On to the next chapter of your life

 


RIP my beloved Jimny — On to the next chapter of your life

(2012 – 2025)

Trudy, My Little Green Companion

Trudy, my truck, my vessel of happiness,

my demon, my trusty Friend.

Safari bounce — my Serengeti Jeep

in a little green nutshell,

every drive a daily adventure.


She was my emotional choice —

machinery I could love.

I loved her feel, her sound,

the way her cabin held me

in sensory comfort.


In winter she ticked over faithfully,

in summer she woke without warming,

cheerful, upright, predictable.

No hidden tech. No chaos.

Just character.


She was mine outright —

containable, dependable,

never owning me back.

I could park her anywhere,

and she stayed herself.


She carried my babies,

my grand babies,

and fourteen years of my life.

A friend in metal and motion,

a piece of my identity

rolling beside me.


Her end came gently,

the balance tipped too far to fix.

And though I’m sad to say goodbye,

I honor the chapter she gave me.


Thank you, Suzuki Jimny.

Thank you, Trudy.

For every mile,

for every moment,

for being a machine I could love.


Footnote:

The happiness that person brought her — fourteen years later, for half of what I paid — and the fact they are rebuilding her to her immaculate beginnings fills my heart with love.


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