Chicks. Love. Jeeps.
When a girl tailgated me this morning, and I slowed down, as I always do to move people off my ass. She whipped around me, and I sped up a little bit. She came around me, looked over, and kinda grinned.
That never happened in my truck.
You see, now that I'm a Jeep driver, I'm fun and sporty with an attitude. When I drove my truck, I was just a redneck with some sort of manual labor job.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but I love my Jeep.
If memory serves, a jeep with top off say "i'm fun, sporty, with an attitude... let's grab a case of coors lights and head to the beach". You will however need to purchase a lift kit, fog lights, a wave board and puka shells. A jeep with the top on says "I'm fun, metrosexual and non-threatening... hop in and let's go to Starbucks because I don't want to sleep with you. We'll blog and it will be fabulous!" Congats on the new purchase. Let me get my checklist out: Jeep, Laptop,I-Pod, weblog... as nearly as I can tell all you need is an earring, some chin scruff, and a Tasmanian Devil tatoo on your ankle, and you are the face of the Howard Dean '08 grass roots movement.
Posted by: Brian | December 30, 2004 at 10:43 AM