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March 27 at 4:49 PM
not after driving a Mercedes you don't. these handle like an oil freighter in a winter storm.
willnyc at March 27, 2008 7:14 PM
Will's right: they're not the greatest-handling vehicles in the world. They certainly can lay a big ole burnout! I remember driving my dad's out at the ranch when I was a kid. That thing would peel out through first and well into second gear!
CH at March 27, 2008 7:21 PM
I had one for several years just like this. I loved it very very much.
charlie at March 27, 2008 7:43 PM
I have a lady who comes to my office....very Martha Stewart......she drives one of those, and I'm always tempted to ask if I can take it for a spin.
Aren't you somewhat of a wee boy, though? Would we just see two hands on the wheel from behind?
Michael at March 27, 2008 11:26 PM
michael, the last thing you'd see before he ran over you, and basically anyone else within a twelve-mile radius, would be those two little hands and a big old honkin' pair of brooks brothers tortoise shell glasses coming down at you. be warned!
willnyc at March 27, 2008 11:35 PM
Yes Charlie had one just like this. One time, a bird got caught in it - Charile screamed like a little girl until it flew out. Oh, and he always carried extra oil to fill it up before he traveled. It was a beaut!
Kim at March 28, 2008 9:58 AM
Ahh picturing Charlie in his Jeep with a bird in it and him screaming...Good stuff!
Mandy
mandy at March 28, 2008 6:55 PM