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Jeep Cj In Desert

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From Flagstaff I was finally off the main highway and heading northeast on small roads through the desert toward New Mexico and eventually Colorado. About then, three days into the adventure, everything fell into place. I had no working gauges, but the Jeep was purring and I had spare fuel, so I didn’t care. The old seats and suspension were more comfortable than you’d imagine, and mixed with the desert heat they somehow relieved the back pain I’d had for weeks prior. I felt good, the Jeep felt good, all was good.