By now you are probably well aware that American Automobiles practically run in our veins. Up until now, we have been fortunate to act as we don't have any responsibilities. Yet as time keeps advancing, we find ourselves needing to invest and prepare ourselves in our kids future. In no way am I placing blame on my kids for needing to depart with my hobbies because at the end of the day, a car is simply a pile of metal that is neatly arranged. However, it's interesting how a pile of metal can just about become an extension of our family. Seven years ago we purchase our 1979 Cherokee Chief as newly weds and it has been a blast owning that car. We have visited Seattle, Portland, Bend, Astoria, Wallowa Lake and even camped in the car on couple occasions. Let's be honest, miles-per-gallon was not a priority when we purchased it. The Chief is a great example that driving should not be about making good time but having a good time.
A couple of years ago we factory ordered a 2014 Jeep Patriot Sport. It too has been a great car that has gone above and beyond our expectations. We have visited my hometown of Venice, Yosemite National Park and it has displayed amazing traction control when driven on the sandy coast of Long Beach, WA. Not only has it provide us with ample ground clearance on multiple gravel roads, but also the peace of my mind that it would get us to our destination and back home. Yet we bought these cars knowing that one day we will have to depart and head our own separates way. So I wipe that single tear and sit here pondering what other pile of metals will cross our path in our journey of life. Who knows? Perhaps a minivan?... Aaahh, nope.
