What is it about Jeeps? Why does the rugged masculinity and bold charisma draw us in, like a siren singing from the wind torn seas? My affinity, nay obsession, began in the fateful autumn of 1999 when I entered a relationship with my 1995 Rio Grande Wrangler. Everyday I think back to the violent love affair we had and my heart swells with nostalgic vanity. It was an affair not easily forgotten.
The allure of the Jeep is its unparalleled ability to transform the mundane into the exciting, the banal into the exhilarating. A humdrum trip to the supermarket is gloriously converted (transmorgified even) to a dangerous trip into the Alps in frantic pursuit of the Holy Grail. Yes, the Jeep is an elixir of sorts; a philosopher’s stone capable of turning lackluster base metal occurrences into luminous gold adventures. And just talking about Jeeps makes most girls weak in the knees.
So it is with great sadness and a heavy heart that I'm duty bound to report the following: My Jeep has fallen on hard times. We’re not sure as to the severity of the ailment, but there are whispers that it could be malignant. That’s all I’ll say in regard to the particulars of Taylor’s (my Jeeps name) condition because nobody’s certain of anything just yet, but it does appear that some trying days are ahead for us all. Don't fashion black wreaths around the neighborhood trees just yet though.
I know you must be asking what you can do to help. The answer, sadly, is nothing. If you are a person of faith please do include Taylor in your thoughts and prayers. There is a candle light vigil tentatively scheduled for New Years Eve, but lets cross that bridge when we come to it. We’ll get through this together, for we must lean on each other in times like these.
When I was informed of the ill-omened news my soul was pervaded by sorrow, which lasted for about 7.3 seconds. Then, being the pragmatist (read: selfish person) I am, I immediately asked/demanded “Well what will I drive next?” My parents told me I might have to take the Ford Taurus for a while (my dad's car), and wrinkling my nose I said “Oh, but then I wouldn’t be a Jeep guy.”
To this my mom replied, “Well then perhaps you will become a bicycle guy. Or better yet, a Reebok guy.”
I grew very quiet and proceeded to stare out the window, brooding, for just under an hour.
1 comment:
I do pray that the reason the Jeep is on the fritz is because you were doing something very Jeep-ish with it, such as driving it up and down a mountain or through a blizzard.
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