Living in the south provides numerous experiences one may never see while trekking through the conrete jungle known as Manhattan or cruising down the west coast highway jammin' to the Beach Boys in daddy's Benz convertible. There's something about taking a drive through the country in a CJ7 sans doors and a top that sends me away. I get a rush from knowing I'm strapped into this bad boy by only a seatbelt, I enjoy hanging my feet off the side and realizing I'm only a foot away from scraping concrete, and I absolutely love the looks you get from complete strangers who, for a moment in time, escape to their first exhilarating ride in a Jeep. It's not about how fast you're going or where you're going, only about who's sitting next to you. Oh, and the music? Only southern rock will do.