The Jeep is going on its own Memorial Day weekend road trip – to the dealer. Last night, Erika and I tried to take it to P. F. Chang’s for our payday Friday ritual only to find the shifter wasn’t connected to anything. I could slide it around freely between R, N, D, 3, 2, 1, Contact.

Of course, this brought back our thoughts of buying a second Jeep, especially now that we have a Saturn with a dying starter and a disabled Jeep.  I’ll take the Saturn to get the starter fixed on Tuesday, and I’m fighting the temptation to go pick up a lease on a Civic or something similarly inexpensive and reliable.

I still love my Jeep dearly.  I plan on keeping it for the rest of my life, albeit as a second car as it gets older.