We have to pick our daughter up from school, because the school does not have busing. So, when the kids walk by our Jeep, they hold their noses. Our oil burning smell fumigates the whole parking lot. I'm sure whomever is behind us in line is surely sorry.
We are currently looking for a new vehicle, but it is bittersweet. I feel that our Jeep is a loyal and faithful friend, and we are somehow betraying her (yes her, I figure it must be a her since my husband bought the Jeep) When she stalls out I want to pound the dash board, but it's not nice to hit your friends or anyone for that matter. Especially if you want them to still be around.
I never thought I would be so happy driving an older vehicle. But the freedom and pride of driving an older car far out weighs the lure of a shiny new vehicle.
