longarmwj
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Like the title says, why do you love jeeps so much, and more specifically do you have one jeep you own that stands out to you above the others? This is the story of why I love jeeps and why I love my WJ and will never ever ever part ways with it.
In 2002, we moved from one city to another city in Georgia. I was 7 at the time. My father LOVED cars, and he's where I got my passion for cars from. He loved Jeeps and exploring and off-roading even more though. He figured since we got a new house, why not get a new vehicle, but one that could take the whole family out exploring in the north Georgia mountains. One day about a year after we moved, me and him went out car shopping, and the first place we went was the local Chrysler Dodge Jeep dealership (ironically where I now work) to look at Wranglers. He realized that the whole family comfortably could not fit in the Wrangler. There was a silver 2003 Grand Cherokee on the showroom floor. He was drooling over it, but it was out of our budget. He ended up purchasing a 2002 Jeep Liberty 2 wheel drive. On the way home he looked at me at a stop light and went "Ryan, I loved that silver Grand Cherokee, and I know you did also. I have a bonus coming in next week, and I promise you that I'm going to go trade in my car for that jeep. It will be our project together. We are going to lift it, and we are going to explore all over in it."
I remember his words word for word. Two days later, he was admitted into the hospital, and another two days after that on May 21st, 2003, he passed away after open heart surgery. He was only 39, and I was 8. We never got to get that Grand Cherokee. Fast forward 8 years to when I turned 16 and was looking for my first car. I knew I wanted a jeep. We went to that same dealership and they told us that they had a vehicle traded in they thought would be a perfect match. They pulled it up and I could hardly believe myself. It was a silver 4x4 Grand Cherokee. I could hardly believe myself when I saw it. I didn't even test drive it, I just bought it right there.
Ultimately my father's dream was fulfilled, except 8 years after the fact. I lifted it, totally built it, and did exactly what he wanted to do with me in it. The picture below is my father's grave, with HIS dream parked behind it, but built by me.

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In 2002, we moved from one city to another city in Georgia. I was 7 at the time. My father LOVED cars, and he's where I got my passion for cars from. He loved Jeeps and exploring and off-roading even more though. He figured since we got a new house, why not get a new vehicle, but one that could take the whole family out exploring in the north Georgia mountains. One day about a year after we moved, me and him went out car shopping, and the first place we went was the local Chrysler Dodge Jeep dealership (ironically where I now work) to look at Wranglers. He realized that the whole family comfortably could not fit in the Wrangler. There was a silver 2003 Grand Cherokee on the showroom floor. He was drooling over it, but it was out of our budget. He ended up purchasing a 2002 Jeep Liberty 2 wheel drive. On the way home he looked at me at a stop light and went "Ryan, I loved that silver Grand Cherokee, and I know you did also. I have a bonus coming in next week, and I promise you that I'm going to go trade in my car for that jeep. It will be our project together. We are going to lift it, and we are going to explore all over in it."
I remember his words word for word. Two days later, he was admitted into the hospital, and another two days after that on May 21st, 2003, he passed away after open heart surgery. He was only 39, and I was 8. We never got to get that Grand Cherokee. Fast forward 8 years to when I turned 16 and was looking for my first car. I knew I wanted a jeep. We went to that same dealership and they told us that they had a vehicle traded in they thought would be a perfect match. They pulled it up and I could hardly believe myself. It was a silver 4x4 Grand Cherokee. I could hardly believe myself when I saw it. I didn't even test drive it, I just bought it right there.
Ultimately my father's dream was fulfilled, except 8 years after the fact. I lifted it, totally built it, and did exactly what he wanted to do with me in it. The picture below is my father's grave, with HIS dream parked behind it, but built by me.

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