Neil Diamond

It never fails.

Every time someone sees me drive up for the first time, it is bound to happen.

"You drive THAT?"

Yes, yes, I do.

My name is Caleb, and I drive a surface-of-the-sun yellow Jeep Cherokee. So far, I have seen five other yellow Jeeps. Four were driven by 20-something girls. The fifth was driven by an old man. So, yah, you could say I'm a trailblazer.

It is an age old story, of a boy and his car. And Neil and I have been a long way.

You know, with a yellow car that is four-wheels of robust masculinity, it deserves a name. I guess it is something about men that they need to name it and claim it.

So, my compatriot Crapforth and I starting calling my Jeep Neil after purchasing a cassette tape of Neil Diamond from a thrift store. I should probably say that the name chose us. Think of it this way: how many cars made in 2001 have a tape player? How often do you find a sweet Neil Diamond tape at a thrift store for $1 and not buy it? That day, listening to Neil, he chose me.

He embodied the raw masculinity that women want and men strive to achieve. Singer/songwriter meets the Fast and the Furious.

Neil and I have been through alot together. There was the 720 on the interstate, countless fishtales, thousands of miles, and great great memories.

So here's to you Neil!

Keep on Trucking