I own a jeep. Not just any kind of jeep, a dj-5c dispatch vehicle, or as it's more commonly known, a postal jeep. For some time now, it's been in a coma in the garage, waiting for the day it will see the open road again. It needs tons of work, a new floor, exhaust, some gas tank issues and new windshield. And about a thousand little things to make it run.

There is nothing like driving a right hand drive car down the open road with the sliding doors locked in the open position, the only thing separating you from the speeding pavement a little strap of nylon that is the seatbelt.

Every year I say it's going to run, and I get slightly closer to that promise, this year, or at least this summer, I want to drive the big metal box down the road. So if you see a slightly strange black and white jeep barreling down the road with a driver reciting the "alas poor uric" scene from hamlet with a chrome skull, I suggest that you get out of the way.