Back in 1992, as a gift, my father bought me an '89 wrangler. Four years later I graduated from college, got a job, and immediately put myself into debt with a new sportscar. I almost immediately regretted doing it. Alot has changed over the last 11 years (jobs, cars, houses, wife, kids) but one thing has remained contant - me wishing I had never sold that jeep. When I think of all the modifications I could have made with the money I've spent on other vehicles, I feel like slapping myself. Anyway, I'm back where I belong.. behind the wheel of a wrangler (an '04 TJ) to be exact. It feels goood.