I, Frankenjeep

If you think that a vehicle is simply cold steel and devoid of feeling, you are wrong. We are created with a purpose. We feel the pain of mechanical malfunctions and the anguish of separation from our owners when we are sold. Most of these stories are never told. My story is one of total happiness. It is also a tale of utter despair. My emotions were dictated by my owners, and my fate was dictated by their whim. I began my life as a1991 Jeep Wrangler Islander, designed for sun and fun. Cruel hands changed me into something ugly and abhorrent. This is my story.