After a frustrating year of 36 miles to the gallon, exposing my my backside to all my courthouse co-workers, tying my WalMart groceries to the roof of the car (cuz there was no room to put them in the car) and doing the ol' tuck and roll routine just to get out of the tin-can-death-trap, I had enough and took matters into my own hands.
In one afternoon, after a few telephone calls, a little bit of cash pried from Tim's hand and a little love from Uncle Boyd, I am now a proud card carrying member of the Jeep Cherokee family. AGAIN!!!
It's good to be back :)