In high school, I had a buddy in a neighboring town who drove an old CJ-7 his dad gave him in the summers. It had no top, and was not that reliable, but we'd cruise on warm summer evenings, run errands and grab something to eat in it all summer long.
Once, he met a girl from Pennsylvania somehow, who invited him to come visit. He didn't want to go that distance alone, and since I was handy at fixing the Jeep when it had issues, he asked me to go along. We lived in Indiana, and the destination was just into western Pennsylvania, so we basically needed to travers the entirety of the state of Ohio... in a clapped out CJ with no doors or top or even seatbelts.
It was EPIC.
Rolling along, blasting 80's big hair rock (this was the summer of 1988) we had a blast.
We met up with the girl, stayed a night in the family's basement, had breakfast, spent the day talking and joking, then headed back in the late afternoon.
On I-80, somewhere outside of Cleveland, we got caught in a deluge.... it dumped and poured rain. The other motorist on the interstate thought it hilarious. And it was. Two teenage guys with the longest mullets you've ever seen, getting drenched while driving down the interstate in a stupid Jeep with no top or doors. We embraced it and just laughed the whole way.
Then it got dark.... and cold... and our long hair was all tangled and we were completely covered in road grime. Those last couple of hours were brutal.
but... that's how it started for me. Later, I had a roommate whose parents had an old CJ sitting in the barn. They sold it to me for $500. Like my buddy's old rig, it had neither doors or a top, but I got it running, and drove it around the farm and fields all summer. The seats were in bad shape, so I found some out of an old luxury sedan that had armrests I the middle between the driver and passenger. I installed them in the Jeep on the opposite sides, so the it was like a 50/50 bench seat, with a fold down armrest in the door opening. When winter closed in, and I needed a reliable and warm way to get to work at the local boat factory, I sold it for $2500.
I found a knack for buying an old beater, and fixing it up, then turning a tidy profit. For a while, I went through several a year. I favored Jeeps, Broncos, Blazers, Land Cruisers.. anything offroad, mostly because that's what I liked. I've owned, driven, and worked on a lot of Jeeps over the years. My 20a, now makes Jeep number 28 for me, and it's my second 392.
The first 392 (2021 non-XR) I bought on a whim. My wife's grocery getter ate the camshaft, and we were waiting on parts for a while. She was forced to drive my JKUR with its 4.5 MC lift, supercharger, manual transmission et al. She confessed to me that she hated driving it, and I admitted that it was too much of a trail rig to be any fun to drive on the road.
I proposed that I could sell it, and purchase a nice used diesel Gladiator, which we could keep pretty stock, and use around the homestead and occasionally hit a trail with if we wanted.
Then I found it. I knew Jeep was making the 392, but I never actually saw one, or knew anyone who had one. But there it was, sitting on a local Toyota lot, where, I knew the sales guy. I called him and arranged to meet just before they closed that night.
One drive, and I knew I wanted it.... but.... since I sold the idea to my wife that it could be something she could drive if needed, I thought I should get her opinion. We agreed that it was nice (and expensive albeit, used). but she protested that the engine was too loud for her tastes..... the new found the hush button, and it was on like Donkey Kong. After a rushed flurry of paperwork, I brought it home.
Some weeks later, I told my wife that, if they made the 392 for 2024, I would like to upgrade to a new one as I was sure it would be the last year of production.
I've worked my entire life in IT, mostly for some evil Fortune 50 companies, long hours of making others millions of dollars. She indicated that I deserved to have that "perfect Jeep" after my lifelong efforts.
Then they announced the 20th Anniversary Edition. And I decided I'd rather have that than the "last year" of the 392. I was sitting at the smallest local dealer (probably the lowest volume dealer in the country), when the order book opened.
Before it was even built, the company I'd worked for, and made tens of millions of dollars for, announced a resource action. I was being replaced with a team of offshore resources that I literally trained.
My last day with IBM was May 31, 2023. I took delivery of my 20a on June 1st, the very next day. Life is weird sometimes.