RIP.
I’m in mourning. Lost my favorite shooting buddy. He will be hard to replace. Hundreds of rounds shared and countless prairie dogs slated. Hours upon hours of backroad miles where we could just drive in silence as I contemplated life or the universe. My soul aches. We could shoot in silence for hours. Never hearing a word. Or see another soul. Sometimes I would leave him on a ridge while I went down the valley for an hour or so only to crest the ridge and see him waiting for me with no complaints. Other times I would eat lunch and spill crap all over him and not clean it up for hours till we made it home. Never complained. One time it snowed so hard I had stop and just let him warm me back up. The hard throbbing vibration in my hands as we went became my safe space. Fond memories of bucking and screaming at times. He always brought me pleasure.
I sure will miss my Jeep.
Just sold it to my Nephew.
I’m in mourning. Lost my favorite shooting buddy. He will be hard to replace. Hundreds of rounds shared and countless prairie dogs slated. Hours upon hours of backroad miles where we could just drive in silence as I contemplated life or the universe. My soul aches. We could shoot in silence for hours. Never hearing a word. Or see another soul. Sometimes I would leave him on a ridge while I went down the valley for an hour or so only to crest the ridge and see him waiting for me with no complaints. Other times I would eat lunch and spill crap all over him and not clean it up for hours till we made it home. Never complained. One time it snowed so hard I had stop and just let him warm me back up. The hard throbbing vibration in my hands as we went became my safe space. Fond memories of bucking and screaming at times. He always brought me pleasure.
I sure will miss my Jeep.
Just sold it to my Nephew.