Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Creepers Jeepers

Mister Jeepers, Baby Jeeps, Solo Commodore. Creepers Jeepers is a man/car of many names. Once said to be the sole virtue of America, the jeep stand a tall 5'11" and boast a stunning 230 Thousand miles. My jeep was inherited from my father, who was a man of simpler pleasures. He bought the jeep back in 98, because he wanted to play around with one. Over the years it has sported many problems such as busted rear end, a torn transmission, and several blown/cracked/missing headlights. Personally, I love my jeep and all its mini traits. It makes a rattling sound from between the roof and windshield when I drive too fast. The fan works, but the A/C doesn't. I have practically grown up with the jeep. Definitely all of my driving years have been spent with it. My dad says he hopes it lasts until I'm through with college. It'll probably end up looking like an old worn down Herbie by that time. I really want to keep in shape, but Jeep work is so expensive, and while the parts are easy to come by, time to replace is not. Just last summer I had to replace the radiator, alternator, starter, and water pump, because when they start showing signs of wear and tear, there was no time to swap them out. Now that I'm in college, time is even more scarce. I can even find time to nap anymore. It's a sick sad little world, in which people can't nap when needed. I digress. When the jeep finally bites the dust, instead of buying new, I believe I just want to fix the old. I can always reploace an engine for cheaper than a new car. I love that Creepers Jeepers.

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