#JEEP CAR REPAIR

[celette]

Julien Stasio, a body master at Carpointcar in Switzerland, successfully repaired a Jeep Wrangler that had been in a front left accident. Both the left and right side members were damaged in the collision. Stasio used an in-ground Griffon 2800 Evolution frame machine along with the Cameleon and C444 (old anchoring device for the chassis) to accomplish the restoration. This allowed him to bring the iconic vehicle back to life, showcasing his expertise in bodywork and repair.

Cameleon International patent: PCT/IB2018/054682

[mer-se]

Whatta long night and day todays been ooof

[dascenter21]

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[wainswright]

I know a guy who was so fed up from being forced to do his own car repairs growing up that he obsessively tells me to never buy used cars, it was that freeing for him to be able to buy new cars.

[echoxshxrx]

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[goclutch1]

Jeep’s Electric Evolution: Navigating Towards a Revitalized Future

Jeep finds itself at a crossroads, acknowledging past missteps and embracing a new strategy under the leadership of Antonio Filosa, its newly appointed global CEO.

Recognizing its underperformance relative to its potential, Jeep is embarking on a transformation journey, marked by a shift towards electric vehicles and a fresh approach to branding. Filosa revealed that the brand is veering away from the idea of Wagoneer as a sub-brand, a move that was met with criticism and confusion among consumers. Instead, all models, including Wagoneers and Grand Wagoneers, will now be consolidated under the Jeep umbrella — a decision aimed at streamlining the brand’s identity and clarifying its market positioning.

Central to Jeep’s revitalization plan are its forays into the electric vehicle market. The introduction of successful plug-in hybrids and the eagerly anticipated debut of the Jeep Avenger, a compact electric SUV, in Europe signify the brand’s commitment to sustainable mobility. In North America, the upcoming release of the Wagoneer S, a premium midsize electric SUV, and the potential addition of the electric off-road vehicle, the Recon, underscore Jeep’s push towards electrification.

Filosa emphasized that the Wagoneer S and Recon models are nearing production readiness, boasting innovative design elements and cutting-edge performance features. Notably, the Wagoneer S, equipped with a dual-motor setup delivering 600 horsepower, is poised to be the fastest Jeep yet, rivaling the popular Tesla Model Y. Additionally, subtle yet significant changes, such as the transition from “Wagoneer” to “Jeep” badging, signify the brand’s unified approach moving forward.

Furthermore, Jeep aims to streamline its lineup and enhance consumer experience by simplifying configurations and offering electrified options across its range by 2025. Building on the success of its plug-in hybrids, including the Wrangler 4xe and Grand Cherokee PHEV, Jeep anticipates a significant market share increase, driven by projected sales growth and expanded offerings.

Looking ahead, Jeep envisions a diversified portfolio of SUVs catering to a broader range of segments, with plans to introduce new models and explore innovative technologies such as range-extenders. While specifics regarding potential range-extenders remain unconfirmed, Filosa’s track record of success and extensive experience within the automotive industry instill confidence in Jeep’s future direction.

In summary, Jeep’s strategic realignment under Filosa’s leadership signals a decisive shift towards electrification, streamlined branding, and product diversification — a promising trajectory aimed at reclaiming its position as a leader in the automotive landscape.

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[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

I BOUGHT A CHEAP JEEP CHEROKEE FOR £500!

Today, I've bought a Jeep Cherokee for just £500! Let's see what it's like...

P.S. Interesting video: This ICE automobile is one of those that caused American automakers to lose their prestige and reputation in Europe...! It's so surprisingly fragile and unreliable even when new...! Can you buy such a old and rusty Jeep with high mileage? A big and loud no, no!

[vigneshrsas]

Navigating the Rough Roads: Common Problems Faced by Jeep Owners in Dubai and How to Solve Them

Jeep has long been one of the most popular brands of off-road vehicles in Dubai. With its rugged build and powerful engines, it’s no wonder why so many people in the city prefer driving Jeep vehicles. However, like any other car brand, Jeep to has its share of common problems that owners face in Dubai. In this article, Based on the experience of Jeep Specialists in Dubai, we will discuss some of the most common problems that Jeep owners in Dubai face and provide some solutions to these problems.

[dascenter21]

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[m1autorepair]

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[lostandbackagain]

instead of saying "you look sour/pissed/unhappy" my coworkers and I are now saying "you look like you drive a jeep"

[bronco-trolley]

Best Qualities of a Crawler Excavator

It is hard to overestimate the importance of a crawler excavator inside the category of creation equipment. This multifunctional car can boast several unique capabilities. The first and essential merit is the chassis with tracks made up of flat link chains. They offer a high stage of cross-country mobility that's so precious on production websites. Another aspect contributing to broad realistic applicability is the flexible configuration. The options are to be had in the choice of basis and attachments. Read More About : 2024 JEEP REVIEW

A vast range of blessings generates a robust call for tracked excavators. Consequently, its manufacturing fees have reached a prominent percentage within the global market. And it is affordable that the marketplace is tremendously competitive.

It is common knowledge that each virtue wants to be taken care of. One should remember some running barriers to get the best out of a crawler excavator. As there are excessive risks of damaging the coat by way of the tracks, it isn't always allowed to power these vehicles on the topcoat asphalt. Long-distance runs are also unwanted to avoid accelerating depreciation, resulting in performance loss.

To acquire all of the blessings a crawler excavator can, it ought to be carefully chosen consistent with the future operating duties. The choice additionally requires considering the peculiarities of the floor. These elements, in flip, impact the selection of the necessary dimensions of a car and its attachments.

In area-limited regions, there is an opportunity to use a compact crawler excavator model, additionally referred to as a mini-excavator. Thanks to decreased device weight, such fashions can be easily moved among specific sites.

As for specifically designed crawler excavators, amphibious and bucket-wheel models are really worth citing. The systems of each of them involve the handiest tracked variations.

An amphibious excavator is made to perform dredging while afloat in shallow water. The tracked chassis floats on sealed pontoons made from high-anxiety metal, invulnerable to saltwater and corrosion. The pontoon tracks are powered by an automobile's engine and, most importantly, hydraulic pumps with traveling cars.

Bucket-wheel excavators are used as cellular strip mining machines. Their number one cause is to remove overburden before coal mining. This self-moving machine is one of the most important and heaviest land cars ever built. To allow the ground to no longer settle underneath the enormous weight (approximately thirteen.000 t), the excavator capabilities a dozen of 3.Eight-meter tracks. As a result, the strain exerted on the ground would not exceed the one exercised with human toes.

[epiphainie]

engine purr (1/1)

bucktommy, mechanic au, age gap, 40-yo tommy, s1 buck, dom tommy, sub buck, humiliation, face-fucking, first-time bottoming, rimming, daddy kink, under-negotiated kink

rating: E

words: 15k

summary:

“Oh! Yes. My car, my Jeep, I mean,” Buck said, gaze falling on the hands reaching for a rag. “It just sputtered and died on me right outside of town and there was no reception… I-I didn’t know what to do so I just… walked.” He swallowed and looked up again. “I thought I could call Triple A? Or maybe 9-1-1?” The guy looked at Buck. There was a slight furrow to his brows, a tinge of bemusement in his eyes. The lines of his face were sharp and straight everywhere, but well-worn too, making Buck realize he was older than him by at least a decade and some change, if not more. “That’s not for 9-1-1. And Triple A costs an arm and a leg if you don’t have a membership,” he said in a languid voice. “Lucky for you, though, you walked into this town’s one-and-only repair shop.”

buck takes a road trip before his new job, the jeep breaks down in the middle of nowhere, a small-town mechanic helps him out

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[topguncortez]

Blow to the Head - J. Halstead

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompts: slurred words

synopsis: you had always dreamed of being a police officer, but one bad accident left you with a lifetime of pain. Luckily for you, Jay is the perfect person to be by your side.

warnings: car accident, swearing, mentions of child crimes, mentions of sex trafficking crimes, mentions of passing out, mentions of vomiting, slurring words, intense pain

word count: 1.9k

You knew from a young age that you wanted to be a police officer. Your father was, and there was something about watching him protect and save the people of the city that had you wanting to follow in his footsteps. He always reminded you that it was a daily sacrifice, that some days were easier than others. Some days, he got to do the easy things like write traffic tickets and do school yard crossing. Other days, he was arresting people for warrants or having to tell a total stranger that their loved one was killed. You were prepared to make those sacrifices, prepared for those tough days that came with the job that you so badly wanted. 

And you did get that job. You got to have your perfect job for three years. One of those years was spent in a patrol squad, before you and your partner, Jay Halstead, caught the eye of Hank Voight, the captain of the intelligence unit. You knew of Hank’s reputation from your father, and knew that he didn’t extend the invite to join the unit very often. You took the spot without thinking, easily falling into the groove of the unit. It was tough work, and sometimes the bad days outweighed the good by a long shot. But those good days. . . those good days were your favorite. 

It was one bad day that took your entire life from you in an instant. 

It was going to be a routine bust, you and Jay waiting in your jeep on the side of an abandoned warehouse, waiting for Hank’s call to move in. It had been months of creeping in on a local gang leader who had been involved in a sex trafficking ring involving children. To you, the cases involving kids hit harder. They were the most innocent group, and the easiest to be attacked. You had a chip on your shoulder the whole time while working the case, chomping at the bit to get this guy. 

“Come on, Hank,” You muttered, looking out your car window, “Come on, come on, come on.” 

“Patience,” Jay hissed, as annoyed as you are, “This guy is skittish. We move too early and we lose everything.” 

“Or we lose more kids,” You shook your head, going to reach for the walkie when gunshots fired off. 

“I lost him! Out the back!” Hank’s voice crackled over the radio, “Blue car! I got kids here!” . 

“Shit! I’m going in, chase after him!” Jay said, jumping out of the car, and running into the building. You quickly put the car in drive, going straight to the back of the building, easily spotting a blue car. You pressed down firmly on the gas, sending your jeep flying through the city of Chicago. You almost had him, closing in closer and closer, maneuvering the car so you could side swipe him. That was, until a black SUV came out of nowhere, plowing into the driver’s side. You felt your head slam against the airbag as it deployed in your face, your body jerking as the car came to a stop. 

The accident hadn’t totally crippled you. You had to have surgery to repair a broken pelvis, several painstaking months of physical therapy, and to pass the physical fitness test before you could go back to the team. Although your broken bones had been fixed, your doctor diagnosed you with arthritis, making almost every day a living hell. When you got the all clear to come back to the team, you did, for about a month, but the whole time you felt like such a burden. 

“I can’t do this, Jay,” You cried in the locker room, him kneeling in front of you, “I can’t run as fast as I used to, or jump things, or fuck, it even hurts to sit in a car on long surveillance. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“It’s okay,” Jay said, rubbing your knee, “I’m going to take care of you. We’re going to be okay.” 

Jay kept his promise to take care of you, moving you into his house almost as soon as possible. The two of you hadn’t really defined your relationship at that point, but you knew he was yours and you were his. Hank still had you somewhat a part of the intelligence unit, working more inside the house than out. It was easier for you, the days when your pain was really bad, you got to stay home and work from home. 

You knew that you were going to wake up in pain the next day. It was supposed to be an easy gym set, just some light leg work followed by a thirty minute walk on the treadmill. Usually, it wasn't an issue, you would wake up feeling that good type of muscle soreness. But the shift from warm late summer weather to the cooler fall weather had your bones feeling brittle.

You could hardly get out of bed, your knees and hips aching, your spine feeling like cement had been poured down it. It took you nearly ten minutes to pull yourself to your feet, and it felt like pins and needles. Tears filled your eyes as you shuffled your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine. You bit back a cry as you lowered yourself down to the toilet. 

Ever since your diagnosis, Jay has done all he physically could do to help you. He read nearly every article he could get his hands on, wrote down all the recipes he could find, googled all the best treatment options there were. On the days the pain was really bad, Jay would help you inject cortisone into your joints, hoping to help relax them and lessen the pain. He hated watching you like this. He hated that your careers, which had started together, had gone in such totally different ways. 

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to reach for the ginger tea on the shelf. You had already planned to take some Tylenol, and curl up with your heating pad. You texted your physical therapist and sadly she couldn't get you in for acupuncture. 

Your whole body felt weak as you picked up the tea kettle and poured the hot water into your mug. You very slowly walked to the couch, holding your mug tightly in your hands, worried that your hands could give out at any moment and send scalding water to the ground. You gently eased yourself down on the couch, letting out a groan as your body sunk into the soft cushions.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you woke up to Jay's worried face in front of you, gently running his hand over your cheek. "Jay?" Your head was pounding as you looked up at him, the lamb behind his head making it look like a halo around him, "What are you-"

“You haven’t been answering your phone,” He said, “Hailey said that you canceled your lunch plans and then quit answering. I got worried.”

You nodded, “I just. . . hurt.” 

Jay’s eyes filled with hurt at your slurred voice, knowing that the pain is damn near unbearable if you canceled your plans with Hailey, “Show me where it hurts.” You closed your eyes as the tears started to fall down your face, “You should’ve called me.” 

“The case is important,” You sniffled, not wanting to look up at him. 

“You are important,” Jay said, bending down to place a soft kiss on the crown of your head, “How about a bath and a massage?” You nodded, "Alright. I'm gonna help you sit up." You nodded again as Jake put his strong arms under your back and arms, moving your body from a laying down position to a sitting one. You let out a cry and Jake pressed his lips to your forehead, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

“It’s okay,” You sniffled, taking in a short breath. Just that small movement sent a wave of pain and had stars dancing in your vision. It wouldn’t be the first time that you have lost consciousness from Jay trying to help you. The pain gets to be too much that your body just shuts down. You gripped Jay’s shirt tightly in your hands, willing the all too familiar feeling of bile rising in your throat to go away. 

“Do we need to go to Med?” Jay whispered. You hated having to go to Med when the pain got bad. You did everything in your power to stay away from taking heavy pain pills and going to the doctor for treatment. 

You let out a slow breath, “No. Just move slowly. Please,” Your voice cracked. 

Jay nodded his head, letting you sit up for just another moment, before sliding his arms under your legs and around your back. Another cry left your lips as Jay lifted you up and began walking to your bedroom. He hated causing you more pain, but knew that this was going to be the best place for you to get some reprieve. 

"I'll go draw your bath and change," Jay said, setting you down on the vanity chair. He moved around the room quickly, drawing your bath and adding some drops of essential oils in, as you tried to strip from your clothing. You tried to lift your shirt over your head, but even that caused you to cry out in pain. 

Jay stopped what he was doing and ran to you, "Hey, let me help you."

"I can do this," You shook your head and Jay nodded. He had learned one thing over the years that you still wanted to do as many things as you could despite the pain. When you were fully naked, Jay helped you to your feet as you walked towards the bathroom. You could smell the lavender and rosemary oils. You gripped Jay's hands tightly as you stepped into the bathtub and he helped you gently lower yourself into the hot water.

Jay sat on the other side of the bathtub on the ground, and watched you. You let out a sigh as you settled into the water, feeling the ache in your joints go from a nine to at least a five. Everything still hurt but it was a bit more manageable.

“I’m still going to call Will and have him come see you tomorrow,” Jay said, grabbing a washcloth, soaking it in the bath and then gently rubbing it across your back and down your shoulders. “You can tell him to fuck off when he gets here, but he’s coming over.” 

A small chuckle left your mouth, “Okay.” You knew there was no arguing with him on that one. You were surprised that Jay hasn’t already invited Will over to come take a look at you. 

"Do you want to ice down after this?" Jay asked, gently moving his hand in the water.

"No. Just put the lotion in the fridge," You said and Jay nodded, "You already did, didn't you?"

He smiled, "Yeah, I did," He sat up on his knees and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "I rewarmed your tea and got you some more Tylenol. Your physical therapist said she can get you in tomorrow morning. I already got tomorrow cleared so I can take you."

"Jay-"

"In sickness and in health," Jay said, and caressed your cheek, "I made a promise. And I mean it." You nodded and Jay placed yet another kiss on your forehead, making you smile.

[anastasiamaru]

Ukraine.Real-life story fragment

Oksana Chorna Ukrainian Armed Forces

"Spoiler: I'm fine"

...Have you ever washed blood off a car seat?Your own blood? There's a reason they say, 'You won't hear your own mortar whistling'... And I didn’t hear it either... Neither the whistle of the shell, nor the buzzing of the drone, nor even the sound of the launch. I remember smth(blood) pouring into my eye. I raised my left hand to wipe my cheek...

There was no pain at all. I ran to the car. Surprisingly, it was intact. I got in and drove away. The most horrifying injuries I saw at the stabilization point were cranio-cerebral injuries

When a pink mess that used to be responsible for thoughts, feelings, and memories spills from a hole in the head onto a white sheet.

Severed arms and legs, intestines neatly folded into a T-shirt, holes in the chest from which air escapes with a whistling sound—these can all be repaired. The essence of a person will live on, love, dream.

But the empty gaze of those who have lost themselves due to a traumatic brain injury scares me more than anything else...

...With my right hand, I steered the wheel, while with my left hand, I tried to feel my head to see if any foreign "artifacts of war" were sticking out of it. I even took a selfie to assess the extent of the damage to the "decision-making center" (my head).

Only after 10 minutes did I notice that blood was also flowing from my hand. I thought I needed to bandage it... At the next crossroads, I suddenly forgot where to go. It felt like I was here for the first time. Although I had already driven through the village twenty times.

A jeep drove by. I thought I should probably ask for help. But if they transferred me and took me to the stabilization point, I would have to leave my "Discovery" here, and then those bastards(russian soldiers) would definitely wreck it.

I didn't leave it either at the crossing in Bakhmut or in Avdiyivka, and I absolutely refuse to leave it here. I’m just obligated to get to the stabilization point by myself.

What scared me was that my wounds didn’t hurt. Just a dull noise in my head, like a severe migraine.

Closer to Konstantynivka, I started to recognize the road. When I arrived at the stabilization point, I even parked the car by a tree and locked it...