It is 0500 Sunday February 5th. I am supposed to be on my way to Nashville TN to trade my 97 Wrangler for a 94 Wrangler. I have been working on this deal for some time. The trade was fair and both parties would have walked away with good rigs that fit their needs.
My desire to build a buggy came when JCF took us to Area BFE last summer. Watching those rigs on the rocks was great. The thought of building a rig capable even more so. The wheels have been turning ever since.
Junior (my 97) is no slouch. I wheeled all over Moab with no problems. Well the driver had problems but that is not what I am talking about.
I have zero feelings for things besides my family. I don't get worked up over lost dogs or cats. I don't get attached to possessions. Things come and go and there will always be more stuff. What I underestimated was how much my wife and two girls love things. Yes they all cried when the family cat Crackers (Crack Ho) died last summer. Julia my youngest was sad when I traded my Silverado for my new Tundra. What I didn't see coming was this devotion to a vehicle none of them have ever shown any interest in before. Sure they love it when I take them to the lake of for ice cream in the summer. They all avoid me like the plague when I say I'm going to work on Junior.
Last night as I was loading my rig up several things happened. First I lost my keys. It took me two hours to find my keys. Trailer lights didn't work. Another two hours finding the problem with those. The girls were sad when I put them to bed knowing Junior would be gone when they woke up. The thought of another replacing it was no help at all.
The final straw came at 0445. My wife. Never, I mean never has she told me to do or not to do anything when it comes to this vehicle. It is my Jeep I did what I wanted when I wanted. Until just now. I kissed her on the head as I walked out the door of our bedroom. Put on my clothes, started the truck and went back inside to let it warm up. Mistake. She was waiting for me.
You can't trade Junior. You can do whatever you want to him but you can't trade or sell him. Junior is part of our family. I am going back to bed...