The new car for the kids arrived last week -- 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Only 80,000 miles, two owners.
For those who haven't been following the thriling saga, the Studwagon Mark III (1995 Oldsmobile 88 Royale) is no more -- the Boy Genius totaled it on the way home from school about two months ago. I was sick for a month.
But onward we go. I was originally looking for something like a Camry or an Accord, but was coming up dry.
Then last weekend when the weather got greasy I was thinking how handy it would be to have another four-wheel drive-capable vehicle around the house, and stumbled on this.
Checked it out after church Sunday, pulled the VIN -- ran it through Carfax and it came back clean -- test drove it and said "don't wrap it, I'll eat it here."
The thing is loaded -- power everything, leather seats, cool sound system (back speakers are blown though), moonroof.
Nicer than my first car. Nicer than my second car.
Uh, nicer than my third car.
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