Rudy don't fear.
Recollections of the day Dan's mom gave him this one pickup truck. My guess is he got tired of taking a ratty 10 speed bike miles out to Jav's college that fall, or traffic tickets for moving violations in Julie's Citation. Not like he needed another excuse to go to the local Mobil in Spicoli's shoes, but there was plenty of soap and ArmorAll® involved before he could drive it anywhere. Except not during that first winter.
Come springtime, the custom stripe was done in Mearns' old Stuyvesant driveway while he mowed the lawn, consult the red-inked birch tree there for an exact date, I have no idea now. The interior was soon lined with stickers, gig posters, empty smoke packs and Green Mountain cups. Do you know Edmund's car and the Grown-Ups' tune Rampage? I think it was Denis who dubbed it Shotgun Jimmy, likely after that one song on a certain compilation. Rudy Dan as they called him put a ton of miles on while he owned it and boy o boy the local rastas were impressed.
Rudy can't fail.
All he ever wanted was his own ska band; he tried twice. After being taken to shows all over the upstate corridor for a few years, Jimmy soon got sold for an undisclosed sum to some blue collar guy who for whatever reason, left some stickers on. Stories abound when there's a sighting in traffic. Lite trucks slam on the brakes, like when Jimmy almost flipped over at a tollbooth on the way to that Niagara scooter rally 17 May 97?
Seemingly indestructible and the subject of many a myth, a family friend once did auto repairs to Jimmy on Warren Street. Anyway, that truck was one silent partner in making HP! possible and this brief page serves as its misty-eyed tribute. Aren't we so sweet waxing sentimental for old machines? immortal Legos or life as a series of autos?
The ballad of Jimmy and Johnny. Girl you know its true. |
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Shotgun Jimmy where did you go wrong? In June 1999, I found Jimmy decaying somewhere along the 250 block of Park Avenue. Cold, rusty, hurt and patched up with bondo. Years pass, shit changes. |
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