As you probably all know by now, because I talk about it ad nauseum, I bought myself a Jeep Wrangler last August. I’m pretty sure it was a manifestation of a midlife crisis but whatever.
Here’s how it came to be. Dale and I have a niece who lives on Martha’s Vineyard with her husband and kids and every summer Hannah goes to visit. Last summer, Dale and I brought Hannah over and planned to stay for a couple of days to tour the island. We don’t bring our car on the ferry because it’s terribly expensive so we rely on Beth and Stuart for transporation. (Can you see yet where this is going?)
So, on this one beautiful sunny summer afternoon, we decide we want to drive around and visit Oak Bluffs. Stuart says, take my Jeep. And we did. And I fell in love. The top was down and the doors were off and the sky was blue. I was with the man I love and AC/DC was on the radio and all was right with the world.
We came home and I announced that I wanted to go buy a Jeep. Dale quietly pointed out that having a Jeep in real life wouldn’t be like being on vacation on Martha’s Vineyard. I said I didn’t care. I just knew I was meant to have a Jeep.
We shopped and I fell in love with this one.
Never mind that it had no doors and no top, it was love at first sight and I had to have it. So I bought it. With my own money – a first for me. I ordered a top and some doors and figured it would be great for the fall and then I’d put it away for the winter. But then winter came and I couldn’t bear to drive any other vehicle. So, I drove this Jeep with canvas doors through cold and wind and snow all winter long.
And now. Now. Summer is almost here. I’ve had the back window rolled up several times and the side windows out once or twice. I haven’t taken the top down yet but someday soon it’s coming down. And the doors are coming off. And the AC/DC will be blaring. Or maybe Led Zeppelin for Margene. Because there’s nothing like a door-less, top-less Jeep with loud rock ‘n roll. It makes a girl feel young and in love, ya know.