Regrets

I think I am a tad melancholy today. We sold our Jeep to our son, which was the best thing. It didn’t have air conditioning, and with the Havasu heat, that meant we couldn’t use it come summer. With the high price of gas, I don’t see us driving out, exploring in the desert come the cooler seasons.

But the Jeep was always my dream car. I was never much of a car nut. Never dreamed of sports cars or Corvettes or Beamers. I wanted a Jeep, exactly like the Wrangler we bought.

Although it was a 1997 it was in mint condition when we bought it in 2004. It had a soft top and on warm sunny days I wanted to take the top down, and drive it like a convertible. But I never did. Because of our area, it would not be practical to leave the top down, so if we took it down for one afternoon, we’d need to put it back when we got home. I’d never done it before, and didn't know how. My husband insisted it was too big of a chore to take the top down for just a few hours. So, we never did. He promised that someday we would. Someday never happened.

Our son sent us a picture of he and his new bride, driving the Jeep on an Oregon beach. The top is down. He tells me it is very easy, only takes a couple of minutes to take down, and put back up.

I don’t regret selling him the Jeep. I do regret never putting the top down.