Secret Societies: Are You a Member of One? I Am!

I'm experiencing something very unique in my world, I am part of a mysterious club.  No, it's not The Freemasons, The Knights Templar or The Order of the Phoenix.  It's the Jeep Wrangler Owners club.  Apparently membership is quite easy - you just have to buy a Jeep Wrangler: any age, color or condition - and you are in.  It took me about 2 months to notice that I was a member of this secret society.  Whoops, I guess it's not going to be 'secret' anymore.  Here's my story:

I started noticing some strange happenings as I was driving my Jeep.  Other Wrangler owners would wave at me.  Nothing big, just a little wave of the hand.  I'd say to myself: "What is that about?"  It was all very strange and cryptic.  I started paying closer and closer attention to other Jeep Wranglers and noticed an increase of waves directed at me and my baby, Betty.  (Yes, I name my cars.  Don't judge me!)  Then one day, 2 men were hanging out of their Wrangler, honking the horn and frantically waving enthusiastically toward Betty and me.  I suddenly realized that I had been a member of a car club for months and hadn't been aware of it.  I began returning the salutes to other Wranglers and their drivers.  The nice thing about this membership is: no initiation fees or hazing.  For the first time in my life, I am a member of the inner sanctum. 

I started having a love affair with Jeep Wranglers from the time I was in my tweens and my best friend had the Barbie Jeep Wrangler.  I have to admit, I was envious of her.  But my Barbie remained pedestrian.  <sniff>  As I got older, I kept longingly wishing that I could afford to buy a Wrangler, but alas, it was never in my budget.  I will shamefully admit, that in the early 90s, I had a faux Wrangler - The Suzuki Samarai and while she was a good car, she wasn't quite right.  Sort of like asking Santa for a Coco Chanel bag and getting a Koko Shanel bag instead.  Close but no cigar.  After 30 years of driving, I have finally gotten my wish and am driving one of my dream cars.  Yes, I do have a few other dream cars - most of which are WAY out of my price range, so Betty will suffice for the moment.  And I am not disappointed by this vehicle, other than the crappy gas mileage.

 

Try not to be too jealous of my new found secret society.  You too can join - you just have to buy a Wrangler.  If you're really nice, I might even show you the secret handshake.