Let’s begin anew…
So I am a jeep guy. I refuse to shave on consecutive days, dress in layers, and have yet to pay for a haircut this century (though that is also a part of me being cheap, but I digress).
Yes, it is the exact same rhetoric as last week. Let’s speed up a bit.
Long story short we decided to take up the dealer’s offer on the red wrangler and enjoy it for the weekend with no strings attached just to prove that the blocked fuel pump had been fixed at the thing was once again running like a champ. We picked it up late afternoon on Friday, and were excited to give it a thorough inspection until Monday morning.
Top down and ready to ride, CO style
After just a quick shot just to and from work Friday night, I got up early Saturday morning to surprise the wife and child by taking the top of the jeep en route to go get some breakfast before hitting a dirt road and seeing what that bitch was made of to ensure the 4WD was in proper working condition. A couple of donuts and a cup of coffee later we were on the interstate with the wind blowing through our hair on our way to Garden of the Gods to hop on to Rampart Range Road.
***Pa thud, thud. Again. On I-25***
Now, I am a pretty understandable fellow, and do try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But as I sat motionless on the shoulder of one of the main arteries of the Dwight D. Eisenhower System of Interstate and Defense Highways (Google it), I couldn’t help but be a tad bit suspicious of to what the dealership actually meant by claiming to have “fixed” this so-called clogged fuel pump.
And so here…
Going...
…we go…
...Going...
…AGAIN!
...Gone
After a bit of revision, I decided to reexamine a couple of aspects of my life to ensure that I come out of this whole car buying experience as a better man. For example-
So I am a Chevy Blazer guy…
Disclaimer to Jeep people I offended...I still own a Cherokee, so leave me alone.
