We'd come to love our Wrangler YJ. It had proven itself a likable and competent friend for family outings in the Adirondacks. Even my wife was beginning to understand this four-wheeling thing, having ignored my warning and burying the Jeep on the road to Otter Creek. She called me at camp for help, and I had to negotiate the trail in her mother's four-door Blazer to extricate the YJ. Heck, even her mother thought the whole thing was cool. It was with sentimental tears that I decided to sell the YJ to help fund the purchase of a TJ.
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