Jeep life is different things to different people. I am not a guy who gets out wheel’n for the fun of it. I get my Jeep off road camping, fishing and that kind of thing. Most of all its my daily drive. My fourth Jeep its the only kind of car I ever wanted and to date, I have not grown up enough to even think about driving anything else.
Usually you can see me driving about town, and since I have six kids I rarely get to go anywhere alone. (-:
I think that the freedom to be able to do something, even if I am not going to do it today, means something profound. When I am out on a road trip and I want to go off the road and check out a creek, a dirt road or a part of the beach that says “drive at your own risk” I can. Its a huge thrill every time.
Part of the great American car culture has embodied the sense of freedom that comes from owning a car. That freedom probably harkens back to our forefather’s westward expansion, exploration and the travel many of our ancestors made across the ocean(s) to get to this great nation. Part of what we recognize as our freedom is the ability to get around, to move, to travel. Here in America the road trip is something that for many of us is sacred.
“Where are you going?”
“Ummmm… well… that way.”
We just pick a direction and go. For those of us who drive Jeeps and other off road type vehicles we have a few more options as far as where we drive.
Something of our freedom comes in making our vehicles our own as well. Ever see “that car” that has 50 bumperstickers? I may shake my head but I am also glad its there. Its not just another Ford, Honda or Nissan. It is some body’s. They have claimed it and made it their own. We customize, we paint, we detail, we add stuff and take stuff away from our cars all to make them some kind of expression of our selves. They speak to the others on the road of our tribes, of our beliefs and of our personalities. And so it makes sense that I have done some things to my Jeep to make it my own.
It started out with the paint on the hood. I love hand lettering and pin striping and wanted that “old school” look on my TJ. Like many I wanted a cool name for my Jeep and when my sister suggested “Ghost of a Chance” I had to do it.
In most of my life, especially as a kid, I heard a lot about what I could not do. I was told I had a “Ghost of a Chance” of ever succeeding in a number of things.
Well, at least I had a Ghost of a Chance, which in my mind is better than no chance at all. By the grace of God I have been able to overcome much and achieve enough to look at my life and say with humility and with gratitude that I am indeed blessed.
God looks after fools and angels and Jeeps named Ghost of a Chance…