"It's a Jeep Thing..."

I drive a jeep, and apparently the "It's a Jeep Thing, You Just Wouldn't Understand" goes deeper than that. The most impractical vehicles on the road have a secret society, a la the Skulls. I have yet to reap the benefits of joining this elite culture, with the exception of grabbing about 10 miles a gallon, but I do get the "Jeep Wave" every time I drive by a fellow "cowboy/feminist/surfer/army vet."

When inquiring to my roommate, who owns a Corvette and has a similar affiliation with his vehicle and the perfect strangers who own them wave to him, he explained why. Because we lack no noticeable common interest except for our mode of transportation purchasing habits, there is a sign of solidarity shown by a quazi "whats up" wave while passing.

At first confused, and embarrassed, I now flash back a solid "foreign relations" a la Top Gun middle finger, which apparently shocks these rebels more than learning Paris Hilton has the Clap. The look on their face is priceless, and while its fun to drive with the top down during the summer, I can't wait till my lease is up.

I guess I still don't understand either.