My mistake. A I6 is smoother than a V6. Oops. If the Countryman is so British, the Jeep Wrangler is INSURMOUNTABLY American.
It’s hard not to want to dig into that V6, to take it through puddles and out into the city, out past DePaul
University and its village of Big 10 transplants in yoga pants with bearded boyfriends who tweet out
pictures of craft breweries. You want to just gun this thing, get the wind in your nostrils, to take in the
smell of patchuli and scones and unauthorized snuggles.