1759. My jigger

A jigger (also known as a pump trolley, pump car, handcar, kalamazoo, velocipede, or draisine) is a railroad car powered by its passengers. Where I live we’ve always called it a jigger.

Honest to goodness, I had no idea when I purchased the kit online to make a jigger that it would come in so handy.

The kit was great; so easy to assemble. The only trouble was getting it to somewhere near a railway line so I could use it and, of course, getting it off the railway line when a train was coming.

But then, as luck would have it, there were several hundred miles of disused and overgrown railway track not far from where I lived. The track went way into the wilderness. I manage to get my jigger onto that line, and over time with a machete cleared the path enough to spend pleasant weekends going up and down the isolated track. In fact, I reckon I cleared about 70 miles of the track.

Along the way there was the occasion ram shackled station. I suppose they were a bit dangerous but they looked safe enough to me. I had no idea who owned all this. I saw only the one person the whole time I was there. I had entered the type of world I liked. For a while I thought I could operate some sort of tourist venture and give jigger rides to paying customers. But with not knowing who owned the railway line, and my liking for solitude, I decided not to pursue the idea.

Later the jigger started to come in handy, because thus far I’ve managed to dispose of eight bodies in different places along the track. I could never have transported the corpses into hiding without the aid of my jigger. People I knew, and that’s not very many, thought I was nuts getting a jigger kit online. Little did they know. I’ve since painted the jigger in camouflage. I get good money from that lone hitman I once bumped into down the track.

13 thoughts on “1759. My jigger

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Do you want to go halves in getting a jigger? The sponsorship of the jigger company would be far more lucrative in the USA than in little New Zealand. Besides, in America there’s so many more places we could go on the thing.

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  1. observationblogger

    I’ve always had this fascination with railways tracks so much so, I spent days photographing railways tracks slithering through their respective landscapes. I can’t tell you how excited I got when a train passed by.
    I was really hoping for just a quaint romantic ‘railroad’ story here Bruce and it was shaping up that way, but it turned into a dark Coen-esque vignette. I expect this will induce nightmares for the upcoming week or so. Oh Lordy.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Ha ha! When I was ten we shifted house to next to a railway line. In the middle of the first night a diesel goods train came roaring past. I leapt out of bed and got into an older sister’s bed screaming “It’s the end of the world! It’s the end of the world!”

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