enough water and shut the machine down. In the middle of a puddle . . . of course. I got out and slogged through the much so that we could be towed to higher ground. After a couple of minutes the Jeep healed itself and we were on our way. After breaking for lunch we switched seats. I disengaged the 4 wheel drive and spent the last half of the trip sending rooster tails of mud 40 feet into the air (and onto the hood of whoever followed too close!)
It was all fun and games until Sunday . . . . . or clean up day, as it were. For some unknown reason Dixie took ill and was unable to clean her Jeep . . . . . but I felt fine. Funny, eh? AND to show that I am the nicest boyfriend on the planet, after cleaning her Jeep, I installed some beefy metal plates on the side of it to prevent rock-rash on the body panels. The mad shuffling of Jeeps made for an interesting sight in my driveway. (Note how the black Jeep shines!)
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Damn TJ, I have jeep envy. I think you're ready for any mad max future that might await us.
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