I really am a simple gal. I don’t need or want much. Shoes, purses, jewelry, “things” … Meh. I’m okay with the essentials (which includes a stack of books, of course). Except there is this one thing that I’ve been coveting for more than a decade …
I confess to an obsession with Jeep Wranglers. Not just any Wrangler, though. I’ve always dreamed of a Jeep with personality, with scars, with stories. I never wanted a shiny new Jeep, because I hoped to run this dream vehicle through the desert landscape without worrying about scratching it. You know … if I happened to scrape it across the wall of a canyon or pin-stripe it with the thorns of a palo verde tree, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Well, meet my dream come true. Her name’s Betty. She’s an old girl. With some scars. Some faded paint. A cracked windshield. Crazy camo interior. Probably the keeper of lots of stories. (And let’s just say Betty – born in 1992 – sports a more attractive price than her shiny new cousin).
Why Betty, you wonder (and who names her vehicles anyway)? She’s named after Betty White, that spunky, now-90-but-looks-70-years-old comedian. Betty White’s a tough old gal. She has scars, stories, spirit. I love her. Her last name is White. My ‘new’ Jeep is white. Need I say more?
My dear husband spent the weekend ‘accessorizing’ Betty, ironically – with the things I don’t generally give two hoots about, myself: hats, shoes. Okay, not really. She did get a new soft top and door kit, though, since Betty was doorless and back-windowless upon arrival (see first photo).
And Betty did get new ‘shoes’ – pedal covers for the clutch and brakes.
I am chomping at the bit to travel with Betty to places that have never before been accessible to me. So if you sense any badass bravado on my part – you know, tough girl venturing out on her own under the harsh desert sun in her lifted, four-wheel-drive Jeep that also sports a monster winch – well, that may come later … after I get some miles under my belt and some offroad experience. (I’m not sure my childhood tractor training and quad driving days count.)
I hope you’ll join me on my upcoming desert adventures with Betty. I’m sure the places she takes me will inspire not only my creative muse and offer up writing lessons, but also re-awaken my wonder of nature. We’d love to have you along for the ride.
For Writers, Readers: What awakens your creative muse? Writers, how do you accessorize your plot to reap the greatest rewards?