Friday, July 15, 2005

Give me Liberty or ...

So lately Sara and I have been talking about getting a second vehicle. Sara pointed out the Jeep Liberty CRD and ever since I cannot stop thinking about what a nice looking car it is too. We could tow a camper, and it gets pretty good milage (25+ on the highway.) We can run it on Biodiesel, so we would be contributing to the neccessary need to be energy independent. I thought "That is pretty cool."

So I started investigating Jeep because they are part of that whole GM employee discount thingie. What a load of crap that turns out to be. They only provide the discount on, like, five models of the Jeep. All of which are gasoline. Crap, Crap, Crap.

How can you call it a "Liberty," if you are not free to choose the model and features you want with the employee discount? Stupid market demands. Normally, I wouldn't even consider buying a U.S. made car. Truck? Okay, I'd buy a truck, but definitely not a car. The U.S. doesn't know how to make a car.

When Sara and I first started dating, she loaned me her Subaru to drive from Bellingham to Tacoma. She asked me to fill it with fuel, and to check the oil. I appriciatively did just that, and made my trip to Tacoma and back. Two days later, Sara and I head to Port Townsend, and when we reached the Keystone Ferry, her car was smoking. We popped the hood and low and behold, I forgot to put the oil cap back on. The amazing thing, the cap was still sitting on the chasis where I had placed it. So we pour in a quart of oil put the cap on, and continue on. That car was amazing.

I traded in my craptacular Saturn for an Outback, after it had fuel pump problems and the manufactures wouldn't fix it. They kept telling me it was a different thing. I miss my Outback. My dad totalled his Acura, and bought if from me. I would get another, but they don't make it in a diesel, or better -- an electric biodiesel. Now that would rock. But no -- stupid market demands.

Why can't you all just do as I do? Well, no, really, that would just be embarassing.

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