Well... it's been weighing on me heavy and no matter what I seem to do, I can't keep the jeep anymore. Time to remove the stickers, take out the floormats and move out of it. I don't know how I'm going to be able to sell him since I'm the only one who will ever love him like he deserves. I never got to do all the stuff I wanted to, but I've a million kick ass pictures to remember baby by and a lot of great memories.
I got him back in 2006. I remember sitting in the dealership thinking what the hell am I doing? Have you seen gas prices lately? What the hell are you going to do with a Jeep? But, for years I've desired a Jeep. I'd watched them roll by in groups like a gang of buddies headed anywhere but here. Yes, I romaticized it, but I wanted a Jeep.
My first test drive was actually a beautiful 2006 slate colored Rubicon decked out to the teeth and ready to eat up the trails. I laughed when he told me what the payment would be and asked to see something a little closer to what I could afford. He took me out to see a little white Wrangle SE. It had the tiniest tires I have ever seen, but I wanted a Jeep so we went back and started the paperwork.
I sat there giving him all the information needed to sign away my first born and changed my mind. I walked out of the dealership with him chasing after me knocking money off the deal. I told him it wasn't the right color and I really wanted silver. He called later that night but I didn't answer. I wanted a jeep but that stinking adult in me was telling me what a big foolish mistake it would be.
It only took a couple hours for the kid in me to muzzle the adult and I was back on the lot the next day after another phone call from the dealer who suddenly had a silver Jeep on the lot. So once again, I was signing paperwork after a test drive around town. This time I didn't have second thoughts and my first born is a distant memory but now the government is after me so I've got to run. I've got my passport and a couple grand stowed in my pocket. Time to disappear off the face of the earth. I think the red hair suits me well, so I'm headed to become a traveling gypsy somewhere in Europe I think. Either that or I might start an underground fight club and take the world down one bar of soap at a time. If you made it through all this crap and still think I'm serious you're a total glutton for punishment and should really not take me so dang serious on this the most entertaining of days.
i was actually getting a tear in my eye for you until I got to the part about the passport and the red hair. That's when I remembered what day it is. Good one Tiny, you got me
“He who knows not and knows not that he knows not, he is a fool, shun him.
He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simple, teach him.
He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep, wake him.
But he who knows, and knows he knows, he is wise, follow him.”
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