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The open road.
Even a crowded road is more fun in a Jeep Wrangler.
I’m a life-long Ford Mustang owner… until the last few years when I realized I was tired of shoveling snow away from my tires just to get out of the driveway in the winter, tired of having to carry around a bag of kitty litter or salt, etc., and still, I was ALWAYS getting stuck.
I switched to a 4 wheel drive and don’t think I can go back. Sure, I still love Mustangs, and would love to have another one but it would have to be a summer car only or I’d need to move to a more temperate climate.
My first 4 wheel drive was an older Ford Explorer. I felt so empowered… to suddenly just push a button and it was in 4 wheel drive. I no longer got stuck, and no longer had to carry a shovel in my trunk, it was such a great feeling. But, my poor old Explorer blew a gasket and since it cost too much to fix it… I got another older car and even though it’s primitive compared to the Explorer (no fancy temperature gauge to tell me it’s 68 degrees outside, no air conditioning—but rarely used it anyway, since I rarely hot enough), I love it. It does what it is supposed to and actually wants to go somewhere!
I’m not kidding. If it could talk it would say, “Come on! Let’s go!”
I’ve never had a car say that before.
And I’d say, “Where do you want to go?”
And it would probably say, “Anywhere.”
And, I would be like in a surprised O, “Ohhhh.”
It couldn’t have happened at a better time. I’m finding myself getting severely sick and tired of computers, so to drive a car that just does what a car should do—goes somewhere and doesn’t argue about it or tell me anything—is such a stress-reliever for me. I love the bouncy ride and the wind that takes my breath away when I open the window. It is similar to galloping a horse.
I’ve noticed something while driving the Jeep, too, that has never happened before with any other car I’ve driven. Other Jeep Wrangler drivers wave at me. I think I now belong to a club, like the Harley-Davidson motorcycle riders have. It makes me feel special. I am. I belong.
To me, it is freedom, and that makes me happy.