when i was like 6 or 7 my aunt told me to get some smokes from her jeep. when my sister and i went out there, a friend of my aunts had crawled in the back seat of the jeep with a bear skin (from a bear that he just went hunting for). well when i climbed in the jeep he started to growl and stuff and jump over the seat with the bear skin on him. my sister ran away as fast as she could (barefoot and across 150 of gravel) and all i could do was calmly get out of the jeep, shut the door and stare at the "bear" trying to claw his way though the fabric doors. i then turn and look and my parents, aunt and a few of there friend were laughing hystericly at us.
to this day i don't like jeeps much
