One time during one of those long walks I took back when I was in my twenties and thirties, I saw a Jeep Gladiator pickup for sale at a garage. The owner claimed it was a 1970, even thought it had the grille of the 1963-69 Gladiator, but I didn't let that bother me. The way I saw it, it was a pickup with automatic transmission, four-wheel-drive, and it was a potential collector's item, so it would've been a good deal.

Then I actually took it for a test drive. Among the other problems with the truck, it had no seat-belts and the shift-lever on the steering column seemed like it was ready to come off in my hand. As soon as I got it back to the garage, I told the owner "No thanks," and walked on. I was really disappointed, because it would've been a nice truck.