Coolness Factor

I straddle the line between coolness and dorkdom.   I know there have been times when I have made people (myself) cringe with something stupid.  Most of the time, though, I am not aware nor do I care.  My Handsome Price bought me a Jeep Wrangler as a surprise.  He bought it because I had been talking about having one, an old one, for taking out on the beach, learning to surf fish.  He bought it because he said I don't allow myself these things.  Well, it is a cool, 2008 Jeep Wrangler with power windows, power door locks, great sound system, a tow hitch and can be totally broken down and open for the summer.  Way cool.  But even cooler is I am now part of that Jeep society that waves at each other, just a couple fingers or a light hand off the steering wheel.   The first couple times I received the wave I went into dorkdom.  I didn't realize what it was then, belatedly stuck my arm way out for the wave, big and strong.  I'm sure I made those Jeep owners cringe. They definitely knew I was a new owner.  Now I'm cool.  Just a raise of a few fingers, a nod and I keep going but inside I'm screaming "yeah, I'm cool, I'm driving a Jeep" and laughing the whole time.  It's a Jeep Thing.