Why I Will Buy Running Boards And Lowering Springs For My Jeep

I had just finished my last day of work and I was excited. I loved working as a financial advisor, but had earned enough from my own investments to retire comfortably. My big plan was to get out of the rat race completely, leave San Francisco and move to Italy, just me and my trusty Jeep…

I admit that I am obsessed with my Jeep. Jeepy was the first vehicle I ever bought and well they say your first car is like your first love… I knew when I left SF I had to take my beloved Jeep with me somehow. So I came up with a plan. Instead of sending her to Italy, I would charter a cargo plane and fly her there! The plan sounded adventurous and appealed to me because I wouldn’t part with Jeepy for a moment.

Initially, the flight from San Francisco was routine. The driver was an expert and a fan of cars so we had a great time talking about the finer points of Jeepy. But a couple of hours after the flight, disaster struck. We got caught in turbulence caused by a fast moving storm and the plane groaned and shook with tremendous force. It was exactly like the scene in that movie Cast Away. The pilot unsuccessfully tried to radio for help. “Help!” he yelled he, but the equipment began to crackle and smoke. Suddenly, a strong jolt threw him out of his seat and to the other side of the booth where he hit his head on a bar and froze.

I was in a panic. I gripped the controls and tried to steady the shaky plane, but I had no idea what I was doing. I knew we were losing altitude and a crash was imminent, and there was nothing I could do. A few seconds later, we hit the ground and I passed out.

When I came to, I was lying on a beach next to the smoking wreckage. I staggered to the cabin, but I was too late. The pilot was dead. But more importantly, how did he do for Jeepy? Amazingly, he had somehow survived the impact and his engine started up in no time. I climbed on and carefully climbed out of the twisted metal and began to explore the beach. We had apparently landed on a medium-sized tropical island, and as far as the eye could see was endless blue sky and ocean. The island was volcanic and clearly deserted; the only sounds were the chirping of birds and the rumble of Jeepy.

At first I thought the terrain would be too rough, but I needn’t have worried: the Jeep’s powerful engine allowed me to drive over the rocks and through the woods to explore. There was good news. I found that the island was well stocked with fruit trees and streams of fish so as not to starve. I also found freshwater pools and a cave that would give me shelter for now.

It suddenly occurred to me that most people dream of retiring early and moving to a tropical island, and now my dream had come true. I had peace and quiet and a kingdom of my own with Jeepy to reign as my queen. My only concern now is what to do once I run out of gas!