Billy
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$53,630? That's a fully equipped Rubi. Lame.
Looks good, very tempting. but yes I agree with everyone, thats expensive! I think one of the main draws to it is you get a lot of the Rubicon styling with the 3.45 axles rather than the 4.10 so it may be a pretty good daily driver.
I think you can get some plain jane Saharas up that high.$53,630? That's a fully equipped Rubi. Lame.
Easily.I think you can get some plain jane Saharas up that high.
I use the same screen also ..clear it out once in awhile and start fresh![]()
I’m using this screen...apparently I have ‘acceleration issues’. This will be helpful should I decide to change my style of driving
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Yep, just built one out with almost every option on Jeep.com and it MSRPd at 53,500.Easily.
Still today I would like to know WHY it all of a sudden happened and last for 2 months and then went back to normal ???????????It gets me right in the feels that it all worked out.
My default metric on my WK country club Jeep is MPG. It's depressing, because I keep depressing the throttle.I use the same screen also ..clear it out once in awhile and start fresh
Any time you are accelerating your under power so what I do is get my self up to the speed I need to be at or just above and back way off on the accelerator so I'm just barely under power but maintaining my speed .....I'm at 18.5 mpg avg.
The key is to not be heavy under power all the time if that makes sense ...and I've got a lead foot so it's not always easy for me to practice
Dogs...Still today I would like to know WHY it all of a sudden happened and last for 2 months and then went back to normal ???????????
So. True story. The first time I drank, I was about 12. My parents were having a back yard party. I was, and still am, a nut for riding my bike. I snuck into the kitchen and filled my water bottle with cheap, box wine. Rode up and down the street drinking it. Filled another. And another. Then I became Frank the Tank. Meaning I thought it was a GREAT idea to go streaking. Nekkid, drunk, young Billy swerving back and forth, up and down my street. (Nobody was out there, they were all in my back yard getting drunk themselves). When it really hit, I ended up in my bedroom, projectile vomiting, lil tiny pasty white ass exposed to God and everyone. My evil sisters found me first, and this one time they weren't mean, because they knew I was actually in trouble, physically. Until WAAAY into my adult life the entire family had assumed I as nakey because I had puked on myself. I did finally tell the whole story, to Mom, Dad, Sisters, GF, everyone, and we all laughed our asses off!
Formative years indeed...


