A few months ago, I asked you if I was over my head with my project cars. You said “.” Then a short while later, when all five of my crap-cans broke down simultaneously, you said “.” Here’s an update on that fleet of junkers.

Even though I’m trying hard to fight against this Jeep addiction, I still have all five vehicles, but are they at least progressing? Will I ever emerge from my greasy garage and do “social” things that normal 25-year-old people do?

Who knows.