It's interesting how the loss of a mechanical entity, can break your heart, like the loss of a loved one. I know it was her time, and she drove across the highways of America for a quarter million miles. But god I still miss her.

I named her Jill, due to the love affair she had with my old lifted Chevy named Jack, in the back forty of our place in Idaho.

She ultimately became the most important thing in my life, we were embedded.

That white canopy blew off in the middle of the Arizona desert, and I replaced it with a black one.