-When you get in to an arguement about your square headlights
-when the hardtop and doors provide no enviromental protection
-when there is ice on the windshield in the morning and you have to scrape the outside and INSIDE of the windshield to see
-when you despise newer vehicles for all their computers and fancy ammenities
-when you cuss because you need gas because
A) it is a 6 cyl that gets 10mpg or
B) it is a 4 cyl that gets 12 mpg and with both you
-Yell at the license plate for continually flipping up. in your way as you try to put in the fuel nozzle.
- you yell and cuss because the damn fuel nozzle doesn't shut off when full!
And the most obvious one..... you yell and cuss more yet you still love it more than any other vehicle you have ever owned!
I solved the gas door problem (what dumbass thought THAT one up?). I took the door off and screwed the plate directly to the body just under the bottom of the fuel inlet. No more fighting that blasted door.
Some oldies but goodies: Some of this may read: "You know you drive a YJ in Miami" (though some may pertain to other regions) when:
... friends ask "did you go to the beach?" when all you did was go for a nice, long drive.
... you bemoan the relative lack of nearby off-road areas and the only "hill" worth mentioning is the Rickenbacker Causeway.
... for the same reason, you get into the habit of parking on top of the parking stops, just because.
... the guy in the Jeep across the intersection thinks you're Wrangler Waving when all you're doing is trying to get the mosquitos off your arms.
... people wonder how you can drive without a/c in this heat and your reply is "I can take my doors off" and give them a quizzical look.
... you're at an intersection surrounded by Ferraris and Lamborghinis and instead of awe, your first thought is "I could probably drive over one of these."
... you need to pick up new headphones at the local Apple Store and mysteriously end up in Tampa.
Also, as a new owner in my first YJ, you know you're a newbie in a Wrangler when:
... your first thought when driving through some familiar streets is "wow the city is really letting these road go to s***."
... you open the door, try to catch it with your foot so it doesn't ding the neighboring car (the way you read in forums) and you're limping the next few minutes because you were wearing flip flops.
... if you own a 2.5l, the first time you try to pass someone on the freeway with you can't help but look down to make sure you didn't leave the emergency brake on.
... your friend, who owns a loaded, leather-lined '11 Grand Cherokee, makes you drive everywhere now because her "sunroof just doesn't feel the same."
... your first reaction to getting only 17 mpg is to log on the the forum and find out what's wrong with your engine, thinking you just bought a lemon and discover a lot of YJ owners might give their left (lug)nut to get 17 mpg.
... when said friend teases you by saying her V-6 GC gets better gas mileage and your only comeback is, "yeah well, I can take my doors off" to which she gives you a pouty look and says "whatever."
... you're in your 4-cylinder YJ when "I Can't Drive 55" comes on the radio and all of a sudden, that song takes on a completely different meaning for you.
... you've been driving just a YJ for so long that when you finally drive something (anything) else, you notice that the steering wheel and pedals are aligned perfectly centered with the driver's seat and you suddenly wonder if all cars are like this.
... you've been driving just a YJ for so long that when you finally drive something (anything) else, you notice that the steering wheel and pedals are aligned perfectly centered with the driver's seat and you suddenly wonder if all cars are like this.[/QUOTE]
I thought mine was the only one with this problem.
When you get a call from a friend that is stuck and others there can't pull his Jeep out. You show up to see a couple 4x4 big trucks, couple ATV's, a toyota, a XJ, a YJ, and a TJ. And there is your friend in thick mud sunk up over his frame in his JK. Pulled up on the ridge behind him and winched him straight up to break the suction and finally got him out. Not only did a YJ have to come to the rescue but they had to call a woman for help
Female rolling with the 93 YJ SOA Locked and Hard at Play