Look at this post on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/gkQP9nWiSJg91DK7/?mibextid=K35XfP
Copied and pasted below for those without FB. Itās about racing, but it applies to Jeeps too.
If I could go back in time.... I would never have modified my cars. I mostly did the engine for more straight line speed. Years of my life passed ābuildingā objects when I only had pennies to spare. Nothing but a few photos of them remain now, they still make me smile but I wouldnāt do it the same way. Instead, I would just get a reliable daily, as mundane and miserly as possible.
I'd take all the money I saved, buy myself a small, light, used, manual sports car that's simple to work on. I'd strip it out for free, so I could hear every sound and every pebble hit the chassis. My mods would all be subtraction and the addition would end at a racing seat and harnessā¦ so that I could glue my body to the chassis and feel the right rear tire losing grip before itās even had a chance to complain about it.
Thenā¦ Iād wait. Iād wait and wait with my helmet and keys in hand, praying like a farmer for rain. Every time it rained I would jump into my car, go to some secluded spot, and practice driving in the wet. Learn how the car transfers weightā¦ how energy falls or snaps backā¦ learn how to ride the thin edge of grip on wet braking. Mastering my car slowly like Tsuchiya did late at nights down a mountain pass. I would practice heel and toe downshifting, rev matching, left foot braking, double clutching, and keeping the car consistently steady at the edge.
I wouldn't pay any attention to people that tell me how to modify my car. After a few years, the car you have mastered becomes your perfect-fitting old shoe, and you can dance with it like no one else can.
While everyone else is online trying to be king on Instagram, finding followers, arguing and bench racing, youād slowly become king of driving skill finding balance on a razorās edge.
Seeā¦ building an object or meaningless fame can never equal the value of building yourself. Objects come and go, and youāre a celebrity one day and a nobody the nextā¦ but your skills remain for life. Even as an old man you will get into a race car, clock perfect laps, and teach all the young guys how itās done.
When they are befuddled, and walk up and ask you how you are so good, you tell them āI did it with a cheap carā¦ with an old used seatā¦ under the rain.ā
Copied and pasted below for those without FB. Itās about racing, but it applies to Jeeps too.
If I could go back in time.... I would never have modified my cars. I mostly did the engine for more straight line speed. Years of my life passed ābuildingā objects when I only had pennies to spare. Nothing but a few photos of them remain now, they still make me smile but I wouldnāt do it the same way. Instead, I would just get a reliable daily, as mundane and miserly as possible.
I'd take all the money I saved, buy myself a small, light, used, manual sports car that's simple to work on. I'd strip it out for free, so I could hear every sound and every pebble hit the chassis. My mods would all be subtraction and the addition would end at a racing seat and harnessā¦ so that I could glue my body to the chassis and feel the right rear tire losing grip before itās even had a chance to complain about it.
Thenā¦ Iād wait. Iād wait and wait with my helmet and keys in hand, praying like a farmer for rain. Every time it rained I would jump into my car, go to some secluded spot, and practice driving in the wet. Learn how the car transfers weightā¦ how energy falls or snaps backā¦ learn how to ride the thin edge of grip on wet braking. Mastering my car slowly like Tsuchiya did late at nights down a mountain pass. I would practice heel and toe downshifting, rev matching, left foot braking, double clutching, and keeping the car consistently steady at the edge.
I wouldn't pay any attention to people that tell me how to modify my car. After a few years, the car you have mastered becomes your perfect-fitting old shoe, and you can dance with it like no one else can.
While everyone else is online trying to be king on Instagram, finding followers, arguing and bench racing, youād slowly become king of driving skill finding balance on a razorās edge.
Seeā¦ building an object or meaningless fame can never equal the value of building yourself. Objects come and go, and youāre a celebrity one day and a nobody the nextā¦ but your skills remain for life. Even as an old man you will get into a race car, clock perfect laps, and teach all the young guys how itās done.
When they are befuddled, and walk up and ask you how you are so good, you tell them āI did it with a cheap carā¦ with an old used seatā¦ under the rain.ā