But here I am -- out in JEEP country. Without my Jeep. It's like torture. One road after another, custom debilitated for a JEEP ... and I have to walk it. I see my Jeep go by, and I yearn.
One hike after another is on a road that should not be traveled by anything but ... my Jeep. The rental car is a Jeep Patriot. Read: SALLY CAR. The front end feels as though it is going to fall off, it shakes, rattles and rolls. It is not equipped to take these crazy roads, and yet, I feel so sad that I am in the land of JEEEEEEEP. Without mine.
Such Jeep envy, it's hard to keep in check!
I picture myself driving across the country in the Jeep -- and realize, I would have been a crazy pscyho had I attempted it. It is loud, uncomfortable and I might have hit Chicago before having a full-fledged nervous breakdown. But oh, it is so hard to see these Jeep people driving in their Jeeps, while mine is tucked away in a garage in NH, totally neglected and unloved.
Yeah, I'm weird. No argument there, but I walk on these roads and know how much FUN it would be to trek over them in the car that was born to drive these roads and I feel so BUMMED! Oh well. At least it is good exercise!
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Hmmm...maybe we should look into renting a "real" jeep?
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