When I was a kid we had a beige 90’s defender, a dent at every angle. The front leather bench seats were worn and soft and coughing out their inner contents thanks to my sister’s and my own idle fingers. The jeep felt like a wild beast in the suburbs and transformed even the most mundane task into an adventure. Even now the pungent smell of leather gives me the same feeling of excitement and occasion as bouncing around in our old gilopi.
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