Three thousand miles, three thousand dollars.

The Jeep be in de islands, mon. It got de coloful plates with de fish and flowers. Apparently the Jeep had a nice, safe trip south while Jim and Bob had to deal with hurricane Sandy. Then there is the story of picking up the Jeep and getting it to St. John.

     Bob took an early morning ferry from St. John to St. Thomas to pick up said vehicle. The ride over was beautiful. (what did you expect, we're in de islands) Bob hops into a cab for the short ride to the transporters office. But the cab driver can't find it. So Bob gets left off by the side of the road and heads for the waterfront on foot. Finding a bar, Bob borrows a cell phone from a friendly (drinking in de morning) native and calls the office. Can barely understand, but it sounds like a short stroll to the office. An hour later, and less ten pounds of sweat, Bob arrives. The friendly transport agent takes Bob to the bank to get money to pay for the 'road' tax. Then off they go to the DMV. The lady at the payment window is out for lunch, but she "will be back in ten minutes". An hour later the payments are made and we have license plates! Now back to the waterfront where our happy Jeep is sitting in a holding area. Wait half an hour to find someone to open the gate. Whatever. On go the plates, and off goes Bob with the Jeep. Finally!
     Once onboard the car barge Bob orders a rum punch to celebrate. Yum. Bob meets a nice young fellow traveling over to St. John and they pass the trip with conversation and rum drinks. Here's a photo of the Jeep on the ferry. Cool huh?
     The best news is that the Jeep looks great. No scratches, no dents, nothing. And the car cover hidden beneath the back seats is still there. By the time Bob gets back home it's after six in the evening. Where is Jim to make dinner? Oh yes, Jim is in Boston.
     Hey, look. The Jeep has a garage. What more could you ask?