The Beautiful Jeep Cherokee That Blew Up After I Sold It To A Nice Lady Is Truly The Jeep From Hell
I cannot even think back to the last weekend where I wasn’t fixing something. Truly, I think at least 90 percent of my non-travel weekends between age 24 and 31 (well, in two months) have involved wrenching on a shitbox. That’s seven years of my youth occupied by the ol’ wrench. You’d think that the result of a youth spent with machines and not people my age would be an ability to fix damn near anything....