Handsome Jeep

Handsome Jeep is a blog dedicated to documenting Jeep Wranglers I come across day to day (usually in Maryland) that stand out for one reason or another. No re-posts, submissions or unoriginal content. Corrections welcomed!
I dropped my iPhone out of my Jeep once. Reconstructing the scene, here’s what I think happened. I was riding top down, doors off late one night, leaving Baltimore city with my iPhone resting on my lap. I pulled up to a gas station to get a drink, and parked with tires on the sidewalk in front of the door to leave enough space for other gas station patrons to drive through. Forgetting my iPhone was on my lap, I got out, thus ejecting the iPhone from my vehicle with a mighty hip thrust. It’s final resting place was in the path of my oversized tires, unnoticed, as I pulled away. Retracing my steps an hour later, I located the iPhone, crushed to smithereens. I had Apple care, so I really didn’t care. I paid a $50 deductible the next day, and within seconds had a brand new iPhone. But not before I made up a story about how “it came like that” to a poor unsuspecting Apple employee and managed to keep a straight face for three full minutes while I requested a refund.
Now was that more or less stupid than the most recent iPhone loss, where I was riding on the highway on my Harley and my iPhone just fell out of my pocket, and skidded into the brush, unable to be recovered? You may say the first, unless I were to tell you that this is the second time my iPhone has fallen out of my jacket pocket while riding my motorcycle. That makes three incidents of vehicular manslaughter on my iPhone.
The difference this time, is that I elected to not get a new iPhone. This has driven my friends and my family insane. I have not had a cell phone in four months now. Why?

"I didn’t get a new iPhone because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

I just don’t want it anymore. My life has been better without it, as silly as that may seem. I like being left alone. I like having time to think about things. I like cutting out the filler and incessant need for time occupation at every dull moment in life. I may not be able to capture as many picture of Jeeps on the fly, but here’s an old one. I’ve already written about Razor Ramon, so maybe read that entry again and substitute in The New Rockers. The sentiment remains the same. YJ in Greenbelt, MD.

I dropped my iPhone out of my Jeep once. Reconstructing the scene, here’s what I think happened. I was riding top down, doors off late one night, leaving Baltimore city with my iPhone resting on my lap. I pulled up to a gas station to get a drink, and parked with tires on the sidewalk in front of the door to leave enough space for other gas station patrons to drive through. Forgetting my iPhone was on my lap, I got out, thus ejecting the iPhone from my vehicle with a mighty hip thrust. It’s final resting place was in the path of my oversized tires, unnoticed, as I pulled away. Retracing my steps an hour later, I located the iPhone, crushed to smithereens. I had Apple care, so I really didn’t care. I paid a $50 deductible the next day, and within seconds had a brand new iPhone. But not before I made up a story about how “it came like that” to a poor unsuspecting Apple employee and managed to keep a straight face for three full minutes while I requested a refund.

Now was that more or less stupid than the most recent iPhone loss, where I was riding on the highway on my Harley and my iPhone just fell out of my pocket, and skidded into the brush, unable to be recovered? You may say the first, unless I were to tell you that this is the second time my iPhone has fallen out of my jacket pocket while riding my motorcycle. That makes three incidents of vehicular manslaughter on my iPhone.

The difference this time, is that I elected to not get a new iPhone. This has driven my friends and my family insane. I have not had a cell phone in four months now. Why?

"I didn’t get a new iPhone because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

I just don’t want it anymore. My life has been better without it, as silly as that may seem. I like being left alone. I like having time to think about things. I like cutting out the filler and incessant need for time occupation at every dull moment in life. I may not be able to capture as many picture of Jeeps on the fly, but here’s an old one. I’ve already written about Razor Ramon, so maybe read that entry again and substitute in The New Rockers. The sentiment remains the same. YJ in Greenbelt, MD.

After glitter, gold, and tiger stripes, sea foam green is my favorite color. I’ve yet to see any of the aforementioned colors painted on a Jeep (feel free to change that), so suffice to say this may be my favorite Wrangler I’ve come across. Of course to torture my inherent jealous predilection, there would be an entire fleet of them. Wrangler YJ x3. Alexandria, Virginia.

After glitter, gold, and tiger stripes, sea foam green is my favorite color. I’ve yet to see any of the aforementioned colors painted on a Jeep (feel free to change that), so suffice to say this may be my favorite Wrangler I’ve come across. Of course to torture my inherent jealous predilection, there would be an entire fleet of them. Wrangler YJ x3. Alexandria, Virginia.

It’s hard to say, but after circling this guy in the parking lot before commencing in a pizza feast, I suspect this was a very good roller paint job. If I’m wrong, well, I still wish I had a hitch rack so I remain sufficiently jealous. YJ in Milford, DE.

It’s hard to say, but after circling this guy in the parking lot before commencing in a pizza feast, I suspect this was a very good roller paint job. If I’m wrong, well, I still wish I had a hitch rack so I remain sufficiently jealous. YJ in Milford, DE.

The higher the lift, the closer to heaven. TJ in Ocean Pines, MD.

The higher the lift, the closer to heaven. TJ in Ocean Pines, MD.

The quintessential summer jeep: yellow with the top down. Ostentatious or the epitome of what the beach jeep represents? I say the latter. Really loved the tire cover. Not just boys fun. TJ in Ocean City, MD.

The quintessential summer jeep: yellow with the top down. Ostentatious or the epitome of what the beach jeep represents? I say the latter. Really loved the tire cover. Not just boys fun. TJ in Ocean City, MD.

charliebrewkowski asked: Is that blacked out jeep really spray painted? I'm thinking about doing that to my jeep. I have a 93 wrangler

Yup. Check out jeepforum or wranglerforum for rattle can jobs. Some guys pull it off real well and show step by step tutorials on how they went about it. The next YJ I’m posting was painted with rollers and turned out pretty bad ass too

Name another vehicle that you can paint with spray paint, and it turns out this nice looking. I’d like to see the rims blacked as well for the full murdered out look. YJ in College Park, MD.

Name another vehicle that you can paint with spray paint, and it turns out this nice looking. I’d like to see the rims blacked as well for the full murdered out look. YJ in College Park, MD.

You know who was cool? Razor Ramon. When I see Jeeps with the random-jagged-colors paint jobs, he is the first thing I think of. Call it a condition of my ever-referenced 90’s love affair. This is the first TJ I’ve seen it on I think, and definitely with the calmest color scheme. Ocean City, MD.

You know who was cool? Razor Ramon. When I see Jeeps with the random-jagged-colors paint jobs, he is the first thing I think of. Call it a condition of my ever-referenced 90’s love affair. This is the first TJ I’ve seen it on I think, and definitely with the calmest color scheme. Ocean City, MD.

Everyone with a nostalgic tendency has their foot stuck in some time period. For me- the teen era of the early 90’s. Christopher Lloyd movies and outfits copied straight from Blossom. This sentimentality is an underlying force that affects what I like and why in art and culture.

I missed the early 80’s but obviously this guy didn’t. Easily one of the most polished and cared for CJ-8s that I’ve come across just walking down the street. As soon as I saw the wooden side rails from across the block, I invited myself to walk into the owner’s front yard for an inspection and photo. Jeep Scrambler in Rehobeth, DE.

Everyone with a nostalgic tendency has their foot stuck in some time period. For me- the teen era of the early 90’s. Christopher Lloyd movies and outfits copied straight from Blossom. This sentimentality is an underlying force that affects what I like and why in art and culture.

I missed the early 80’s but obviously this guy didn’t. Easily one of the most polished and cared for CJ-8s that I’ve come across just walking down the street. As soon as I saw the wooden side rails from across the block, I invited myself to walk into the owner’s front yard for an inspection and photo. Jeep Scrambler in Rehobeth, DE.

In The Millionaire Next Door: The Surprising Secrets of America’s Wealthy by Thomas Stanley and William Danko, I came across a statistical breakdown that I found quite interesting. 80% of American millionaires purchase cars and of that number, nearly 58% purchase American made automobiles. Ford is the number one selling manufacturer at 9.4% (which I found peculiar in itself) but the most popular model is the Ford F150. In fact 3 out of 10 millionaires buying Ford choose the F150. I think this is a clear reflection contrasting the shifting zeitgeist encompassing the American ideal; a push away from American excess and lavishness that stays true to the rugged, blue collar work ethic of mid-century America. 

Practicality and convenience of high end equipment and modifications aside, what do you really need to go exploring? Before five hundred dollar packs, plenty of backpackers made due with a rucksack and bungee cords. When I see a Jeep with the necessities tacked on wherever they may fit, it seems a nod to that sentiment. I love the simplicity of tube bumpers, a hood mounted jack and a winch that doesn’t have it’s own window in the bumper to peak out of. The American flag flare seemed only appropriate given the simple and rugged stature of this TJ. Greenbelt, MD.

In The Millionaire Next Door: The Surprising Secrets of America’s Wealthy by Thomas Stanley and William Danko, I came across a statistical breakdown that I found quite interesting. 80% of American millionaires purchase cars and of that number, nearly 58% purchase American made automobiles. Ford is the number one selling manufacturer at 9.4% (which I found peculiar in itself) but the most popular model is the Ford F150. In fact 3 out of 10 millionaires buying Ford choose the F150. I think this is a clear reflection contrasting the shifting zeitgeist encompassing the American ideal; a push away from American excess and lavishness that stays true to the rugged, blue collar work ethic of mid-century America.

Practicality and convenience of high end equipment and modifications aside, what do you really need to go exploring? Before five hundred dollar packs, plenty of backpackers made due with a rucksack and bungee cords. When I see a Jeep with the necessities tacked on wherever they may fit, it seems a nod to that sentiment. I love the simplicity of tube bumpers, a hood mounted jack and a winch that doesn’t have it’s own window in the bumper to peak out of. The American flag flare seemed only appropriate given the simple and rugged stature of this TJ. Greenbelt, MD.