Farewell to a good friend

Goodbyes are never easy, especially those that are forever. After nearly ten years, I finally said goodbye to a trusty old friend...My ‘89 Jeep Wrangler. I can remember the day I first laid eyes upon it. I had been looking for a 4-wheel drive for a few months, with no success. One Sunday, in June of '96, my dad suggested that we take a family drive in the country, in hopes we might see something for sale on the side of the road. It wasn’t long after we started on our drive before we came across it. I fell in love at first sight. Perfect! The right price, the right color, the right everything. It was mine for the taking and I can truly say it became my most prized material possession. I was known for my Jeep. I fit the Jeep and the Jeep fit me. However, after selling it I realized that I didn’t really miss it that much. I have something more important than that...memories. Because of the long, topless summer rides with Jennifer and Josh, the midnight treks in the snow to Krispy Kreme with my dad and Jennifer and the cool summer evenings with old friends I will never forget my Jeep.

Jason