It’s been about 30yrs since I developed a desire for a Jeep Wrangler. Thirty years of watching them drive by, watching them evolve, adding extra doors and features, and I hoped that one day I would have one. Finally…after 30yrs longing…there is a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon with my name on the ownership. It’s a used one (a 2019) but it’s in great condition and whenever I drive it, I find that I have a huge shit-eating grin on my face.
My partner…whenever she sees me behind the wheel…smiles, laughs, and pats my shoulder because she sees that this vehicle really does have my name on it. Not just on paper.
I have yet to name it…that’s something that needs to just come to you naturally for some reason or another. This is true for any vehicle. You can’t just pick a random name. There has to be an earned ‘reason’ or ‘occurrence’ when naming a vehicle and sometimes it takes months for that to happen.
Until then, I look forward to a winter of snow and ice, and my first road trip in my new, well….new to me, Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. Time to get dirty.
