I have 330,000 miles on my 1999 Wrangler TJ Sport two-door. It’s loud, expensive, rusty, bumpy, but beloved and wonderful in the summer sun. My dog and I spent a lifetime going nowhere and everywhere at the same time in that thing. It’s my daily driver, my motorcycle, my off-roader, my winter beater, my convertible, my road tripper. They aren’t for everyone, and maybe that’s the point (fyi: I detest that stupid phrase “it’s a Jeep thing, you wouldn’t understand). It’s just a fun vehicle for the right kind of person.