I waved goodbye to the Jeep this evening, sold to a nice man from Conowingo who drove down with his wife and daughter (who were terrified of being in “the city” and insisted on continually locking the doors of their rented Explorer, even they were standing no more than ten feet away from it at all times) to replace one of their fleet of six (!?!) Cherokees, two of which another daughter had wrecked in a three-week period. Good luck, old friend. You will be missed.