i love my jeep. unconditionally and without reservation.
It’s a 1983, CJ-7. Inline 6, bored out 0.30 over, with a high torque cam. 30″ tires. T-5 tranny. Fiberglass tub, impenetrable to the metallic skin cancer that afflicts most vehicles in this part of the world. Frame off rebuild in 1996, she’s been mine and mine alone since the day she became roadworthy.
After rehearsals on Thursday nights, my adorable young cast mate, AU, and i have developed the habit of wandering across the street from the theater to a hole-in-the-wall biker bar. Thursday night is “Dollar Night” and you can get Bud Light in a can for a buck. Or a few beers for a few bucks.
Tonight was a complete run through of the show, which opens 18 September, and she and i are both realizing that the show will be good. But not great. High hopes dashed, we wandered down to the tavern for a quick beer. Sipping our cold cans, smoking a few butts, and commiserating over the bitch slap realization that we’re staring down the barrel of seven weeks effort for the ultimate outcome of “Meh…”.
Heading out and calling it an early night, we were stunned to leave the bar and find torrential rains, lightning and winds blowing horizontal water. Oh. Shit. Well. Since i drove the jeep, and she never wears a top in the summer, we decided to wait out the storm and kill another beer.
Texting a friend for a weather radar update, he suggested that things would clear after another beer. So we chilled for another half hour… And found even worse weather after killing round two. So we went back to the bar. The bartender, learning of our plight, plopped the TV over to the local news, and we figured it was about one more beers worth of storm.
Wandering back to the theater, i snagged a trusty towel from the console, placed it on the seat, and hopped in my baby. The accelerator was under water. Hmmm. Grabbing a waterlogged pen from the console, i unplugged the drain holes in the floor. Yes. Drain holes. You see, my baby likes the rain, and this wasn’t the first time we’d been caught unawares by a summer thunderstorm. i drilled the holes several years ago, but they have a tendency to plug up with dirt, sticks and other road shrapnel that tends to collect in a naked tub.
Lightning still decorating the sky, but no rain. Deciding not to wait for the water to drain, i just hit the road. With every incline, every corner, gallons of water were sloshing over my feet. Made me laugh like a complete moonbat as i squished my way homeward. Delighted – as always – to find that even soaked in standing water the dimmer switch on the floor still popped on the high beams with no trouble.
She’s in the driveway at the moment. i’m letting the water drain a little bit before i put her back in the garage tonight. Reliable. Rugged. Steadfast. Strong. Sexy. She’ll be pretty dry by morning.
Sometimes i truly wonder if i’m capable of love. i’m pretty dead inside, having built fortresses around the brick enclosures that protect my kevlar encrusted heart. But it is without reservation that i can say i love my jeep.