The Demon pulled up outside and I jumped in as a passenger, a nice treat to get driven around in your own vehicle every once in a while. We took off in a flash, thanks to that rear end, and headed towards the expressway. We turned onto the frontage, he prepared to yield for cars coming off the ramp, there were none (we both were checking). I looked first and saw a car stopped at the yield sign, with no cars to yield for. I yelled for him to stop, it was too late. The wheels locked up, some sliding occurred, we slam into a brand new VW Jetta at about 30 MPH. The header panel is destroyed, along with the grill, bumper is ripped off and the cross member looks like the letter U. Both frond fenders are bowed out and both ends of the "frame" which are home to the bumper brackets are destroyed. One of my tires exploded on impact. I watched my once beautiful Blue Demon get towed away, knowing that she may be a lost cause.
It turns out that it's more than I can afford to spend, the steering was damaged, along with the A/C condenser and radiator. My cousin is paying me for the Jeep. I turned to steel and showed no emotion. In reality though, it really upset me. I loved this Jeep, not only was it mine, but it was a symbol for so many personal moments, accomplishments, and lack there of for the last two years. It was a symbol of my first example of financial independence. I am still torn at the fact that this Jeep is gone from my life, and I wasn't driving, I was a passenger.
*2000 Red XJ: DEAD
*1997 Gun Metal Blue XJ: DEAD
*1984 Mustard Yellow FSJ Wagoneer: SOLD