Miscellaneous Mumblings...
No other choice but a Wrangler...
Once I began running out of "hair-ink", once the hair on my head got misrouted and began coming out my nose and ears instead of the top of my head, once I noticed my 140mph turbo car was languishing in the garage, once I began finally thinking of the Harley (or Norton, Yamaha etc) I wanted as a 19 year old and realized my doctor and ACCOUNTANT road them (no offense to doctors and accountants), once my wife told me if I fell off she would only hire someone to water me, once I realized I thought 60 was fast and multiple lane highways were strictly for the uneducated unwashed masses it had to be a Wrangler. True it's never been even tested, I was on a forest service road feeling like a cross between Indiana Jones and a Viking Explorer (weren't there forest roads when the Vikings came?) I realized a guy in a 4 door Mercedes sedan was FOLLOWING ME.
I like to go watch the maniacs drive in the mud in their Jeeps and dirtbikes, then go home and drive my Kubota over logs, in quags, through brush, laying waste to all that is before me. (and then trying to "fix" it up, again realizing that final grading is one of those things that separates the MEN from the men-who-think-they-are-tractor-operators! (I'm in the latter group)
The red on my "Street Kubota" Wrangler doesn't match my Kubota Orange but it's close.
Go slow, take the grey or dotted line on the map, you'll feel better. Who was that that said, "I took the less traveled road...and it has made all the difference"
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enjoy life, anyday you can be told by your doctor...I'd be willing to bet a bunch of us are getting to the place where friends and family and acquaintances are slipping away.
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