The off-road vehicle that's finally off the road.

My dad bought a 1994 Jeep in 1996. It ran cheerfully for 10 full years, despite the fact that it wasn't in great shape when he got it. But between him and his employees, it was truly run into the ground. It ended with somewhere around 250,000 miles on it. That's about the distance to the Moon, and twice the distance any American car is designed to go without being attached to a tow truck. I'm not sure there was even one mile left on this poor thing. And I can't imagine it was good for anything other than scrap metal. And yet, some dealership somewhere took it in trade towards another car! God bless 'em. Of course, over the years, the things that really needed to get fixed got fixed, and the things that really didn't need to get fixed, er, really didn't get fixed. My dad kept a partial list of those things as they piled up. And here they are for your entertainment. For the record, two of the 'items' that don't appear to have made the list are the somehow-permanent layer of crust on the dashboard that was both sticky and dusty at the same time, if that's possible. As well as the deep, dark layer of goop sprouting from every cup holder, which we believe is a unique combination of ashes, coffee, and decomposing toll receipts. What would I have to do to put you in this pre-owned beauty today?