Conquering Canada in a Surprisingly Leaky Jeep Wrangler

Ah, Vancouver. Land of lumbersexuals, overpriced sushi, MTB land and… mountains! Perfect for a week of pretending I’m a rugged outdoorsman by tackling some peaks in a rental car. And what better rental car for such an adventure than a Jeep Wrangler? Exactly. You couldn’t pay me to be seen in a Prius up there.

Climbing In (Without Falling Out)

Let’s just say getting into the Wrangler wasn’t exactly like slipping on a well-worn pair of moccasins. A bit more challenging than my GLB. It was more like scaling a small mountain myself. But once I hoisted my backside over the ledge (door), I was pleasantly surprised. The seats were comfy enough, with plenty of room to adjust for even the tallest of egos (ahem, me).

Mirrors, Glorious Mirrors!

The exterior mirrors deserve a medal. They were like magic convex contraptions that banished blind spots to the netherworld. No more craning my neck like a confused owl trying to read a menu. The rearview mirror, however? Useless, not because of Wrangler fault but just because I don’t use it. Let’s face it, if someone’s decided to take a nap in the back seat of a Jeep Wrangler, they’re probably best left undisturbed.

Top Up, Top Down (Mostly Down, Let’s Be Honest)

The removable top? Now that’s what I’m talking about! Open air motoring, the wind whipping through my hair… except for the complete lack of hair up there. But hey, a little sun on the scalp never hurt anyone! Though, taking it down was a breeze, putting it back on in a sudden downpour? Not so much. Let’s just say I became intimately acquainted with the sensation of a damp car interior. Fun times.

The Great Yelp of the Wrangler

Now, onto the not-so-great bits. This thing handled about as gracefully as a drunken hippo on roller skates. Braking and accelerating were like full-body workouts. The slightest tap on the pedals sent the Jeep lurching forward or pitching back like a bucking bronco. It made even the most mundane commute an Olympic-level concentration test. But hey, at least it felt right at home on those bumpy, unpaved roads. Guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too, can you?

Ode to the Rugged Interior

The inside? Basic. Brutally basic. Exposed bolts, a sea of plastic – the kind of décor that would make even IKEA blush. Yet, in a weird way, it was perfect. It felt like a proper off-road machine, a no-nonsense workhorse that cared more about getting the job done than ambient mood lighting.

So, there you have it. My Canadian adventure in a nutshell (or should I say, a leaky Jeep Wrangler top?). It wasn’t the most comfortable ride, but it sure was memorable. I found it as a very nice car that does not try to be anything else than it is but then delivery it. And hey, at least I didn’t get mauled by a moose, right?

About the car:

Jeep Wrangler Sahara – 3.6l V6
Fuel: bezine / gas
Power: 285 HP
Model: 2019