I never imagined I’d be the type to name an inanimate object like a car—didn’t think that was my thing. But then I met Beepy. The Jeepy. And she just sort of named herself.
A Jeep has been my dream car for as long as I can remember. If you were to have asked four-year-old Kaci what she wanted to be when she grew up, she would have answered without skipping a beat: I want to be a singing waitress with a pink Jeep.
I fulfilled the “waitress” part of that dream for a time when I worked at Outback Steakhouse throughout college, and while the “singing,” and the “pink” parts of it faded as I grew, the “Jeep” part of my dream stuck—but remained unfulfilled.