2005 Jeep TJ Unlimited Rubicon

Something weird happened during this black Rubicon's week in my clutches. All of a sudden, there are TJs, YJs and a few CJs everywhere. And everybody that's driving one salutes me as they pass by. They wave and nod. It seems like they're telling me: "You're the man, Man," referring to my choice in vehicles. If they only knew I was a traitor... I had joined a cult without learning the secret handshake!