“They came to a bumpy stretch in the country road. The jeep jounced up and down, and the tools and equipment bounced and clattered until it was impossible to talk over the noise. To Cloud the din was a symphony. That was the way a jeep was supposed sound. It wasn't a limousine for softies but a car for tough outdoorsmen who carried tow chains, crowbars, and camp stoves." The Year of the Jeep by Keith Robertson (also called The Jeep”