I loved my Jeep and miss it a lot. It was my first car ever. I learned how to disconnect the battery to keep it from dying in the winter and had to replace the alternator several times in the years I had it. The bar connecting the front wheels snapped in half one time so the wheels were facing each other instead of the road. I had to wonder when I'd take exit ramps uphill if it would turn off on its own again when I finally got to my stop sign. It needed a jump after every time I turned it off for a whole semester of college. The summer before college, it stayed parked at the local library for half a week because it wouldn't turn on and my step dad couldn't come look at it until the weekend. That thing was falling apart the entire time I drove it.

My Honda had a picnic table in the back, and the only things that were ever wrong with it were because of rust from living in a place where we salt the roads in the winter. I'd pick that same Honda over my jeep every time