Here's a brief backstory...
My Jeep is Impact Orange. It is not "rust" colored, or "faded red". Do not insult it so. My Jeep is better than that. My wife jokingly called the Jeep the Pumpkinator a few times, and after a while, it stuck. So, that's where the name comes from. I know at least ONE person clicked on this thread just to find out why the hell I'd name my Jeep the Pumpkinator. Now you know.
This was the Pumpkinator about an hour after driving it off the lot. I got a hell of a deal on it. This 05 sport with a D44 rear had less than 16000 miles on it when I bought it and was already sitting on brand new 31's.
THIS... was about 3 hours after that in a friends field.
And then in my parking lot at work inspecting our handiwork.
I close my eyes and I can still smell the fresh mud smell blowing through my vents as we tear through the field of decaying corn stalks. Ahh the memories...
I hate mud.
To this day, there are still bits of cornstalks wedged in random locations in the underside of my Jeep. It is a battle I fear I will never win.
There was a time when I said "I'll never wash my Jeep. It's SUPPOSED to be covered in mud." But then I learned the pain of mud. The agony of it's brown evil.
My first wheeling trip was with a club called Jeeps Gone Wild out of the Chicago area, and I had a blast. I knew then that I was hooked. JGW is a great group, and I've since been on several runs with them. All of them have been a blast.
After having the Jeep for a little bit, the bug bit me and I started buying little things. Fire extinguisher, those tough stuff vinyl protectant stickers (cool idea, but I couldn't get them to stick for long), grab handles, light guards, grille inserts... you know, all the offroad performance stuff.
Here she is all cleaned up with nowhere to go.
I've since been less than kind to the Jeep, and have wheeled it when I could before being deployed. I've been in several "situations" due to an overzealous right foot, the will to keep up, and those damned land terrains.
I love my Jeep.
Even if it is a mud slut.
These two were from the Hurricane Ike run. A damned mess.
I mentioned I hate mud right? "Oh, you can lead this trail, in honor of your going away..." One wrong turn, and the entire group is at the bottom of a mud slide, with no way out but through several more mud chutes. There's really no better way to describe it other than that. I was perturbed to say the least. Of course no one ELSE had a hard time getting through anything. Frigging Land Terrains.