Its taken me a week to write this. I still feel traumatised having made the decision to let my Jeep Wrangler go. Thats possibly a bit over dramatic; but bloody hell I loved that car!
Having decided to be an adult, however, it was a good decision. My jeep was fab, fun and very distinctive. There’s not many wranglers sprinting about Scotland, but every one of those drivers are having fun when doing so. It was comfy, high, not overly hi-tech but not one of us cared. We were in a buggy. A buggy where bits could come off (the roof, even the doors). I never actually took these bits of (and no I didn’t drive across sand dunes); but I could have. It isn’t the best commuting car (I would hit 30mpg if lucky) and it didn’t corner brilliantly. But it was great!
My adult (aka boring) decision
I commute. A lot. This means a lot of diesel was going into my jeep and the miles were racking up. So in true sensible decision making style I reflected on this and figured I needed an a-b car. And in true, immediate gratification and somewhat childish decision making style, once I figured this out it had to go immediately. So last week I sold it and found a new car which I picked up a couple of days later. In the interim I relied on my dad’s car (it was only 1 day!!). He wasn’t overly keen on letting me get behind his pride and joy (a BMW so not exactly uncommon) but I think my mum made him. Yes all this means I am actually an adult; kind of.
I miss waving to other Jeep owners
For folk who have always driven those really generic looking cars (which may be good cars but, let’s face it, they are generic) they won’t understand this. In some cars though there is a sense of community. I used to have an MX5. Lovely, low and racing green. It was teeny but any time you passed another MX5 there was a gentle nod; a tip of the wink. If you had the roof down in anything other than blue chip weather there was a deeper smile between drivers to show a sense of appreciation at the decision to forego any hairstyle you may have started the day with.
In my Jeep it was much more enthusiastic. There’s not many so we would enthusiastically wave and give a few good nods of appreciation whilst checking out whether either of us had anything other than the standard spec.
This clearly doesn’t happen in other cars. No other Hyundai driver has even acknowledged me whilst on the road in my new (used) a-b car. Im at the point where I think (swear words not being typed here) there’s no point in even given them a smile. I don’t actually know how this could be done without being viewed as a really weird woman driver in a tiny wee box with wheels.
The plus-points (I keep telling myself these)
You know what though, it’s cheaper and I now am planning how I can sensibly (and probably very un-sensibly) use the extra money I’m saving. I can also run it to its car death without feeling guilty. I can plan for my next Jeep at a time when I am not commuting and can finally envisage the beach drive, the mountain drives and anything which has an off-road sense of travel.
So even though I would like to see the world in a jeep, the very boring generic car will mean the world is my oyster. I keep telling myself these things. I may, in time, become a little less traumatised 🙂