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The Jeep...

On Wednesday I traded in my Jeep.  It was a happy and sad day.

I bought my Jeep on August 6, 2002 it had 136,000 miles on it and was beautiful.  It was my miracle Jeep.  I had started keeping my eye open when driving past car lots.  Then one day I was leaving my Grandma's and there it was, a 1989 Jeep Grand Wagoneer Dark Blue with Wood Paneling.  It was $4,000 and I wanted it.  However, my dad was out of town and I didn't want to do anything without him checking it for me.  For the next two weeks I continued to visit my Grandma but the Jeep wasn't in the lot.

When my dad was back in town we went looking for cars.  We saw a Red version but it was in bad shape. So I said lets take a chance and go back to the one I saw first.  There it was back at the front of the lot.

I was in love!  It was beautiful, leather seats, keyless entry, power windows, seats and doors, plus 4 wheel drive.


The memories aren't all this perfect.  The day I drove it home it ran out of gas.  Two weeks later the Starter Motor went out.  After that it ran great for another year with no problems.

On July 2, 3003 we went on our 1st great adventure.  The Jeep and I went to Wyoming!  We caravanned with Mom, Dad, Annemarie and Dad's Van.  It was a long fun adventure.  On July 5th we arrived in Buffalo, Wy, where the Jeep and I stayed for 6 weeks.  In that time we mostly drove around Buffalo with one trip to Gillette.  On August 18th we headed for Billings to meet Mom at the Greyhound.  From there we started our trek back home.

Once back from Wyoming I decided to back to school.  I took some art classes and photography classes. One of my favorite assignments was finding an alphabet in an object.  I used my Jeep, and the teacher said it was one of the most unique projects he'd seen.











The Jeep and I continued to have more adventures and more mishaps through the years.

There were the years it ran great and the years I used all 4 of my AAA tows.  The harsh winters where the 4 wheel drive made it a breeze to get to and from work.  The hot summers where the a/c worked without fail.  One mechanic was shocked that in the years I had owned I'd never serviced the a/c considering it worked so well.


Since Samuel came along it's been a little less reliable and has started averaging 2 tows a year.  Both Tyrone and my Dad plus even my mechanic where done working on it.  My electrical mechanic said to shoot it.  So I put it on Craig's List and waited.  I got 20 hits and 6 guys who came to see it.  They all wanted to see it but didn't want to buy it.  So I drove it another two years.

March 15th was the final straw then the following week I tried one more time but the tow truck had to bring us home.  So Wednesday we went looking for a replacement for both our cars.  Tyrone's Vue need a new transmission and it just wasn't worth the cost.  We are now a one car family.

The Newest member:  The Silver Beast


Jeep Memories


Comments

  1. Ha ha! Are you sure you want to call your new car a "beast"? I'm going to miss the jeep. I totally forgot about when you bought it and ran out of gas. That was hilarious and scary! I loved the old car smell mixed with the leather seat smell mixed with some sunshine. I mostly remember riding around town in it with you, listening to our favorite music, and enjoying being on the road in such a classic! Ah, I'm going to miss the Jeep!

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