In country like ours jeeps, or jeepneys, is a common sight, may it be a public transpo or privately owned. In cities, we see them commonly longer to enable bigger capacity for commuters. In provinces like ours, they can be as 4x4 off-road vehicles, or left as lowered vehicles that carry transported agricultural products, old and rusting. But in my hometown where the latter mentioned dominates, there can only be one eye-catching jeep. Eye-catching because of the big, reflectorized logo stickers. These logos are supposedly best seen on on racing bikes. But, oh well, the perks of having owned auto and motor parts shops... With lots of bundles of free stickers from our suppliers, Dad can't give them all away to customers (well, because not every car would be suitable for it). With proportionality, he, again,designed our second little jeep with these logo stickers. Now it's as sporty and proud as ever in the highways. Purple as color doesn't really fancy me. Add those purple mugs. Surprisingly, all those stickers complemented the colors and maybe that's how I learned to love Papa's jeep.
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