You are right about the Jeeps. My ex has one that he’s had forever and it is golden. I was never afraid in that car. Don’t know if it‘s’ a Trailhawk, but it is a Cherokee. Our first year up on this mountain our power was out for about a week. We were roasting hot dogs in our fireplace because we had an electric stove (very impractical for where we live and the amount of power outages). During the worst blizzards, he’d drive to the only Starbucks to get me hot coffee every morning. I was always terrified for him but he liked the excitement and always came back with my coffee. We’re still the best of friends and Peter loves him, too.