If you are a long time reader, or know even the most minuscule detail about me, you know I love my Jeep.  You also know I stopped driving it full time when Sweetey Petey was born.  You probably also know this was hard for me.  Even though I’m now driving a Toyota daily, I will always always be a Jeep girl at heart.

And also on the weekends since I refuse to sell it.

It’s not worth much anymore and as long as The Husband has his motorcycle on the side, I’m having my Jeep on the side as well.  Besides, this is the one vehicle we own that is in my name and my name alone (the title is still in my maiden name at that.) so it’s not going anywhere till I am good and ready.

I secretly harbor hopes of keeping it up and giving it a pretty new paint job and letting Sweetey Petey drive it in 14 years.  The Husband thinks I’m nuts on this account and makes comments like “well, don’t worry, we will at least keep it through the winter.”  Keep in mind I scheduled these Throwback Thursday posts in advance so it’s January for me.  So he means the current winter which is your past winter.  Ha!  Silly man.  I’m not selling my Jeep.  Ever.

Sweetey Petey LOVES playing in my parked Jeep, can say Jeep and can even recognize them from other vehicles.  I think the two are destined to be together, don’t you?

But where did my love of Jeeps begin?  It began with the very first car I learned to drive on.

Jeep Blue PM RW

Isn’t she pretty?  She broke down a lot (and I mean all the time) but I won’t hold that against her.

I loved the steering wheel.  I don’t know why, I just did.

Jeep Blue Inside PM RW

She was the perfect height, the perfect size, clean cut and trim and fun to drive.  She was my mother’s car but mom eventually gave her to me when she upgraded to a newer vehicle.  So I drove her part time through highschool and full time through most of college.

When it became time for me to upgrade as well, naturally I went the Jeep route.  A slightly newer body style (mostly seen in the interior and with a slightly more polished exterior) but pretty much the same Jeep I knew and loved.

Wanna see just how much of the same car?

Jeeps 2 PM RW

Yup.  Practically identical.

Jeeps PM RW

I love my new to me Toyota, but if my Jeep was still a functional family car you’d better believe I’d still be driving it every damn day.  Jeep stopped making the Cherokee in 2001 and JUST started again this year.  It looks nothing like it used to so I’ve never even considered upgrading.

Believe it or not, I get offers to buy my Jeep all the time.  Guys at the oil change place, repair men fixing something at the house.  Our friend Dwayne has been bugging Mike for months to sell it to him for his daughter.  Ain’t gonna happen.  We belong together and my baby is staying put.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  What color car do you drive?  Why? 


  1. I remember that blue Jeep from way back in the day!

    Currently, I drive a black car, although it’s looking a little gray right now. Junior doesn’t like getting in it on hot days since it’s a heat magnet. But, it’s a fun color!

    • I wonder how long the blue Jeep lasted. I used to drive by it all the time because we sold it to a guy who lived right on Galbraith Road across from the shopping complex.

  2. I know how you feel about being attached to your car. I loved my baby car, which was like yours (a car owned by my mom, passed to me when she upgraded to a newer version). It is probably because of that first car that I wanted a red car this go-round, too. I helped pick out the color on my first car, so I clearly like red cars.

    • Unfortunately cars are super big things to get attached to :/ I swear if there wasn’t a hitch on the back of the Jeep Mike would be on me every day to sell it.

  3. Our cars are black because I’m stealthy like that. My first car was my grandfather’s Dynasty. Google it, they’re hot. It met its demise smoking its way into the parking lot of a luxury condo building. They were not pleased

    • I LOVE a shiny black car. Nothing prettier. My Jeep is more of a dull, faded, peeling kinda black nowadays. Not quite so pretty. My very fist car was a two tone green with pink oxidizing hood Ford Grenada. Equally as hot as the Dynasty I believe.

  4. ha. remember my friend that had the old nighthawk? Currently drives a Jeep that looks like your new one. It’s seen better days.

    My car is white because it was the cheapest version of that car on the lot.

    • also, my first car was a 1974 Chevy Nova in gold. Bench seats with plaid upholstery. That car was *so* me.

      • My first car had bench seating too. I kinda miss that part of it. Nothing else though, ye gads my first car was awful.

    • My Jeep has seen better days. I blame my husband who has done a number on her in the 2.5 years he’s been her main driver. I’m still kinda pissed about the whole thing since he blows it off as “it’s just an old Jeep.” Sniff. I love that car. She needs a paint job right now which I need to call about.

      My current car is white! Blizzard pearl technically. I never thought I wanted a white care but she is super pretty,