Background info: this happened two years ago, I won’t go into detail because this was a locally owned lot and I do not wish to expose my hometown. It was in Kentucky.
I was 18 years old one nice and brisk Kentucky September, and I was in the market to purchase a used car for college, specifically a Jeep TJ SE with the 5 speed, upgraded OEM manifold instead of the problematic tubular one, full doors, and a factory or suitable quality aftermarket hardtop. I had done my research, I knew what I was looking for, what problems the TJs I was looking at had, where to look for issues, and what they were selling for. I knew those Jeeps front, back, and sideways, to include being able to identify them within a ten year span from the taillights on the highway in the dark. I’ve been wrenching on cars since I was 14, and I know my way around the undercarriage and engine bay of a vehicle.
via @notiun
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