Why "Iron Pig"?
Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2003 10:43 pm
Here's something funny.
I would have given the adress to the site, but I think it has gone.
Why "Iron Pig"?
Picture a long, wide mud pit... you know what I'm talking about. The kind of pit filled with stinky, black, chunky mud the consistency of a thick stew... the smell of rotting vegetation is in the air, horseflies and dragonflies buzz overhead, and an old swayback cow chews it's cud contentedly at the edge of the water, swinging it's tail slowly as the morning dew dissipates and the sun dries a thin layer of the mud, deceiving you, beckoning...
In the middle of this long, wide mud pit, wallowing contentedly, is a rare beast. Its weight draws it deeper into the mud, but somehow it is still moving, slowly, ever so slowly... its form hints at its strength, yet it moves with a certain grace that seems impossible for its bulk... nothing about this beast is delicate, and yet it possesses a strange beauty, a sense of timeless appeal... you feel slightly repulsed, yet strangely attracted... you can sense its feral nature, its danger, but you can tell that this beast is somehow noble, a true master of its environment...
Is it a wild boar, or a Cape buffalo? Perhaps a scarred old African bull elephant?...
No, the noble beast that has captivated your attention and perhaps your heart is a Toyota LandCruiser FJ55, and now you know why those of us in the know, those of an enlightened nature, those of us who believe call it an "Iron Pig". It is a sign of respect, of admiration, a ftting tribute...
By Henry Cubillan
Hope you liked it..
Tell us what you think of this noble beast
'Cheers'
BushBoy
I would have given the adress to the site, but I think it has gone.
Why "Iron Pig"?
Picture a long, wide mud pit... you know what I'm talking about. The kind of pit filled with stinky, black, chunky mud the consistency of a thick stew... the smell of rotting vegetation is in the air, horseflies and dragonflies buzz overhead, and an old swayback cow chews it's cud contentedly at the edge of the water, swinging it's tail slowly as the morning dew dissipates and the sun dries a thin layer of the mud, deceiving you, beckoning...
In the middle of this long, wide mud pit, wallowing contentedly, is a rare beast. Its weight draws it deeper into the mud, but somehow it is still moving, slowly, ever so slowly... its form hints at its strength, yet it moves with a certain grace that seems impossible for its bulk... nothing about this beast is delicate, and yet it possesses a strange beauty, a sense of timeless appeal... you feel slightly repulsed, yet strangely attracted... you can sense its feral nature, its danger, but you can tell that this beast is somehow noble, a true master of its environment...
Is it a wild boar, or a Cape buffalo? Perhaps a scarred old African bull elephant?...
No, the noble beast that has captivated your attention and perhaps your heart is a Toyota LandCruiser FJ55, and now you know why those of us in the know, those of an enlightened nature, those of us who believe call it an "Iron Pig". It is a sign of respect, of admiration, a ftting tribute...
By Henry Cubillan
Hope you liked it..
Tell us what you think of this noble beast
'Cheers'
BushBoy
