How’s it going? I’m Artemis. Jett’s third Subaru Forester. Third’s a charm!
My predecessors were Pegasus - he was cool apparently. White (obviously) and he felt like her first freedom car; Jett said she was ready to fly. Ironically, this is years before she even conceived of A Teacher Travels and using her pen name Jett. Anyway, she kept Pegasus for ten, TEN, years! And he was a stick shift. Wish I could the same about myself, but car manufacturers seem to be doing away with manual shift cars. It’s a crime.
After Pegasus, came Sparrow, Jett’s first automatic car in decades. (Before Pegasus, she had the Jettai Night, a black VW Jetta named by her brother, and it was a manual shift, too.). Sparrow was cool, too. Like Jett, she was nameless for a few days. (Well, I should say, Jett’s real-world persona. Rumor has it Jenn was nameless for two weeks. Seems hyperbolic, but that’s the story.) On Easter Saturday, two sparrows fluttered around one of Jett’s seventh-story windows. These windows don’t have ledges, so the birds literally clung to the screen. Since the Forester was bronze and the sparrows brown, Jett went with it. Once the Sparrow was publicly baptized (something I haven’t experienced), a friend pointed out the synchronicity on Easter weekend, something about sparrows visiting Jesus. I don’t know the story. Even though Jett isn’t religious, she is spiritual and felt the connection, so named Forester #2 Sparrow. They took a few good road trips together: Connecticut, St. Augustine, North Carolina, Connecticut again. The second time to Connecticut they also went to Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New York, and Maryland. That was a big trip which pushed Sparrows mileage dangerously close to exceeding the lease mileage limits.
That’s where and when I come in. Jett considered buying Sparrow out of the lease, but when she saw the features of the new Forester’s…well, what can I say. I’m pretty awesome. And I’m silver, her favorite car color. Love at first test drive, as they say. She debated on names. Subaru, if you didn’t know, means “unite,” which is cool enough. But, it’s also the term used to mean the Pleiades, the cluster of stars known as the Seven Sisters. Wait, you say, there are only six stars on the logo. True, but that was a corporate decision. But I digress.
Since the Pleiades plays into the logo and name, Jett considered the seven sisters’ names to baptize me. It would make sense. However, one name kept coming to her: Diana. As in the Roman goddess not the princess. Since I’m silver like the full moon and she plans to go hunting for stories with me, Diana won out. Except…she was worried most people would think it was for Princess Diana and would consider it bad luck since the princess died as a result of a horrible car accident. Not good ju-ju. We went with the Greek name: Artemis. One benefit of going with Artemis over one of the seven sisters is Orion. Her cat, not the hunter who pursued the goddess. Jett was hoping that since the hunter Orion adored me so much, that I might ease some of Orion the Cat’s car sickness. (I should mention Jett has fun with the metaphysical). Well, it didn’t work. Cute as he is, he has puked twice, fortunately without any lasting stains or stench. We’re working on yet another remedy to ease the nausea. I’ll keep you posted. He’s sort of embarrassed by it and probably won’t post about his upchucks.
So far we have yet to go hunting. But, I overheard Jett talking to her parents and it seems we’re going to Key West! Not exactly off the beaten path or into the forests or up a mountain pass, but an adventure none-the-less. Reports on that later.