I used to be into Chevys. Old ones. I had a 57 station wagon, 54 pickup and a 56 Sedan Delivery. I drove that 56 across the USA three times. Twice by myself. I lived in it. I worked out of it, I loved in it. I owned a 52 Chevy Pickup for 16 years. Once I moved to Kauai. (Hawaii) 2 wheel drive didn't work anymore for me. We have miles of beach here and classic, sank like a stone. I was amazed at the abundency of Jeeps here. Not just Jeeps but the CJ's. The 7's the 5's, Scranblers, the Wranglers (even). Probaly a hold over from the second world war and relatively low speed limit. They were taking people off the solid land, almost like launching into space. Off the asphalt, onto the sand , effortless, gracefully, to surf, to camp, to get away. I sold the 52 PU. I cried, but I let it go. I bought a 86 CJ-7 and never looked back. I learned a lot from that Jeep. About driving on the sand and in the heat. About learning from other "Jeepers" and about helping people along the way. About traveling prepared,equiped and as (Jerry Jeff would say "traveling light"). As much, I learned from all of you. From your success and failiers, from your experimentation. I have grown from your knowledge and I really appreciate all of you taking the time to put it all in words, here.
I guess that's my way of saying Merry Christmas. God bless us all , and God bless our Jeeps.