The Jeep Wave

I’ve been an official Jeep owner for a couple of years now. My husband buys and trades vehicles continually, so we owned Jeeps over the years, but they were mainly trail toys or just something rough to run around the farm. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get on the Jeep bandwagon and buy one as my daily driver. I was driving a truck and I loved it. I told my husband continually I wouldn’t trade vehicles unless I found a vehicle I loved more than the truck and I didn’t see that happening. It was a no-go. Somehow, I blame my husband, the Jeep seed was planted and I started considering owning one. Once I had in my mind what I wanted, the search was on. A perfect one came up two hours away and we hit the road. One drive was all it took. I loved it and never looked back.

When we bought my Jeep, my husband mentioned that I would have to wave at other Jeeps now. I scoffed. I don’t like being told what to do, for one thing. I am not a bandwagon girl. And this seemed exceptionally stupid to me. I mean, I’ve seen motorcyclists signal each other as they pass. I live in the South, so waving is not unusual anyway. But waving at other Jeeps because they’re Jeeps? Weird and a little cult-ish, honestly. I had never seen anyone do that either and assumed he was just giving me a hard time. Because he does that much more frequently now that I am a Jeeple.

Then some random Jeep owner smiled and waved as they met me on the road. Weird, but kind of a nice pick me up, truth be told. Then it happened again. Before I knew it, I was playing “Spot the Jeep” and waving like an idiot at strangers, too. And they were waving back (mostly)! I was sitting at a stoplight last week as five Jeeps came through. No clue who they were, but every one of them waved at me. I, of course, waved back like we all knew each other. I know I had a stupid grin on my face, but there’s something about getting a Jeep wave that is awesome.

It feels stupid to admit and my husband mercilessly rags me about being a Jeeple at every opportunity, but it is definitely a perk of being a Jeep owner. Something as simple as a wave makes you feel connected to other people and isn’t that what we are all searching for??

Jeeples

If you had told me a year and a half ago that I would soon own a Jeep, I would have laughed and turned my nose up.  Don’t get me wrong, we owned a trail Jeep or two at the time.  We have had several over the years.  I like Jeeps.  I just didn’t see myself as a Jeep person.  Those people were crazy.   They loved their Jeeps to a weird point,  in my opinion.  They waved at each other like lunatics.  I would have looked at you like you were an idiot to even suggest such a thing.  A Jeep, of all things.   I was driving a King Ranch F150 and I would never settle for a Jeep.  Ever.

Then one day I woke up and thought, “I want one of those right now.”  I literally cannot explain it.  I told my husband, who was suprised and beyond thrilled.  Within two weeks I had my girl.  I swear I saw her,  I drove her three miles at most, and told them I wanted .  It was that fast. And now I’m a Jeep girl who refers to her Jeep like a person.  I love customizing it almost as much as I love driving it.  Much like my essential oils, I can change it to suit me perfectly.  No one has another one exactly like it.  I love the looks and the compliments I get, which is totally out of character for me.  I like to blend in when I’m around strangers.  It’s like I’m a different person.  And I like her.  Alot.

Today we took the doors off for the first time since I bought it.  There’s something about the freedom of blowing in the breeze that is addictive.  I can come out of a long day at work, put the top back, and let the breeze carry my stress away.  That sounds corny, even to me, and yet here I am.   It is by far the most awesome vehicle I have ever owned.  My husband is counting the years until I replace it and he gets to make it a full time trail rig.  I’m afraid he’s going to have quite a wait.   I used to make fun of people taking pictures of their jeep and naming their jeep, of all the goofy things.  And yet here I am, driving Jeepy and posting pictures of her like an idiot.  And I’m loving every second. 20180704_173808.jpg