I’ve done cross-country roadtrips countless times. I’ve fixed some of the rustiest heaps on the face of the planet. I’ve off-roaded, I’ve cruised down iconic interstates, I’ve breezed through rural America on 35 mph back roads. And yet, this latest roadtrip in a 200,000 mile 1992 Jeep Comanche that I bought sight unseen from Idaho was different, in that it was the first cross-country road trip for the “new-DT.” Here’s what it was like.
It’s been well established that moving to California, running this company with JT and Matt, getting married, and having a child has completely changed my life from what it was in Michigan. My obligations are far-reaching and intense; the pressure — to deliver for my partners, for my employees, for you dear readers, and above all, for my family — yields tremendous anxiety if I think about it too much.
So what place in this new life of mine does a road-trip to pick up a junky old truck have? The answer: It has none. I realized this on the side of the road in Nevada at 1AM as I took a break from my battle with fatigue on my way back to my wife and infant child.
Why I Bought This Truck
I find myself grapping with this transition from old-me to new-me. I obviously still love cars, and I still love wrenching. In fact, I recently took an hour break from work and family stuff just to walk around a junkyard (I did snag some nice door-armrests for my Comanche). Cars are my happy place.

I love the problem solving, I love the tinkering, I just love the satisfaction of cruising down the street (or off-road) in a machine that’s running and driving perfectly because I fixed it up. That part of me is never going to change. And so I’m holding onto my (downsized) fleet of cars, even though there’s now a new guilt associated with owning anything for myself (because my family has to come first).

So when I realized that my beloved Jeep J10 was never going to pass SMOG, I decided I’d replace it instead of just get rid of it. My first attempt to replace my J10 (which I’ve owned for 10 years) was a 1989 Chevy K1500, which blew me away with its competence. But while it’s a great truck, it doesn’t quite fill the seven grille slots in my heart. I decided then that maybe I’d do an engine swap, installing a 4.0-liter fuel injected version of the J10’s 258 inline six; that would get me through SMOG. But I have no time for that.
That’s when a brilliant idea came to me: Why spend all that time and money swapping a 4.0 into a Jeep truck when I can just buy a Jeep truck that already has a 4.0. What’s more, this truck, the Jeep Comanche, would, at least in theory, offer some of the coolness of the J10, but blend it with some of the comfort I enjoyed from the fuel-injected Chevy K1500.
I Wasn’t Sure If I Was Going To Keep This Comanche

I was at Pebble Beach when I first spotted this red Comanche in Boise, and I’ll admit that, when I go up to Pebble Beach, all the excitement of the cars and auctions makes me want to add a new vehicle to my stable. Car-Buying Fever, they call it. (And by “they,” I mean “I”). So I called the seller, told him I’d pay his full $6500 asking price, and asked if he’d hold the truck for a while. And he did; for two entire months.
A few weeks ago, I got on a small airplane heading from Burbank to Boise, where I met the seller at the airport motel where he was staying, since he lived about 5 hours away and was doing me a solid driving the truck all the way down to Boise. I was impressed with the truck when I first saw it in the motel parking lot the night of my arrival, and the next day, I bought the machine from the seller — a kind man named Bill, who was selling his favorite vehicle to help pay some of the expenses associated with his cancer treatment.

I pointed the truck south through surprisingly bad Boise traffic and thought about what this truck meant to Bill and to the owner before him, and I worried: What if I don’t love it? What if I think the extremely cool-looking Jeep J10 is more fun to cruise around in? What if I think the extremely competent and comfortable 350-powered 5-speed K1500 is just the better truck overall? Both of these possibilities seemed plausible, as the Comanche’s styling isn’t quite as unique as the J10’s, and the aerodynamics/solid front axle means it’s likely not going to be anywhere near as comfortable as the K1500.

Plus, the Comanche is smaller than both, so would it be as useful? Add the fact that it didn’t have AC, and I was doubtful I’d keep this machine. But if I didn’t like the Comanche and I sold it right away, what would the previous owner — who loved the truck and held onto it for me because he thought I’d be a great new caretaker for his truck — think?
The Road Trip Felt Different Than Those Before
On top of my concerns about perhaps not liking the truck, I felt guilt. With house and health-care and formula and diaper expenses, I left my crying infant and overwhelmed wife at home and dropped $6500 on a pickup truck in Boise, Idaho.

See how that last sentence reads? Compare that to this same scenario a few years ago: “Single dude flies cross-country to pick up badass Jeep for a great deal. Takes it on epic road trip.” The two are completely different. And while I’m exaggerating a bit — my son isn’t always crying, and my wife can handle him (plus grandparents are 10 minutes away) — that’s how it had registered in my head pretty much as soon as I had kissed my son and wife goodbye at the Burbank airport.

As I drove into the middle of nowhere, Oregon, it became clear to me that this Comanche is going to be my final vehicle purchase for years. This type of thing — an adventure much like those that helped built my career as a journalist — doesn’t work for me anymore; at least not now.
Why Buying A New (Used) Car Can Be Exhausting If You’re A Wrencher

Before I made it too far, I went through all the truck’s fluids in a Walmart parking lot. As I was about to drive 850 miles, I couldn’t take a chance on my differentials, transmission, or transfer case being dry. The last thing I want to do is have to rebuild or replace any of those; that would be a huge waste of money over just dropping $150 or so on fluids.
This was my first step in what wrenchers call “baselining” a new vehicle. This process involves replacing the fluids, assessing various components, and getting a few miles on the vehicle so you can figure out what needs maintenance/repair.
As I was swapping out the fluid in my 1 millionth Jeep AX15 and filling up my 5 millionth Dana 30 Jeep axle, I began to realize: This is exhausting.

I love wrenching, but I don’t love doing the exact same thing over and over. Building an engine I’ve never worked on? Great. Fixing a transmission for the first time? Awesome. But I’ve owned so many 1990s Jeeps that I can’t even count it on two hands. They’ve all had 4.0-liter engines, most have had this same AX-15 transmission, and as such, I’ve been doing the same repairs over and over.
When I first test-drove the Comanche, Bill pointed some things out. “Oh yeah, sometimes the speedometer stops working, but then while you’re driving it cuts back in.” I’d seen that before a million times. I then discovered that there was a bunch of oil in the air filter; that was the same crankcase ventilation system-clog problem I’ve solved on so many of my previous Jeeps. I then saw that the Jeep’s door was sagging, making lots of noise as I drove — yup, the hinge welds. I’d seen that before.

I’m so familiar with 4.0-liter-powered Jeeps that at this point I can diagnose and fix anything. And though that has its advantages, the thing about buying a new vehicle is that you have to re-baseline it. I have to drain and fill all the fluids (I only topped up the diffs and T-case). I have to replace the worn ball joints and tie rod ends and wheel bearings. I have to swap out the squeaky idler pulley. I have to rebuild the rear drum brakes.
Re-baselining this Comanche will have me doing a bunch of time-consuming tasks that I’ve done before, and honestly, the joy of it is wearing thin now that the opportunity cost is so high.
The Jeep Comanche Completely Exceeded My Expectations, And I Plan To Keep It Forever

I worried that this trip would pointless — that I had purchased this truck for no reason. I worried it would be too loud, too boring, too hot, not useful enough (unlike my K1500, it doesn’t have a back seat and can’t tow), and just a huge time-suck as I baselined it.
Add the guilt of taking time away from my family, and the first part of my trip from Boise to LA — a trip that took me into Oregon and along the west side of Nevada — had me feeling a bit weird. The truck was indeed hot and loud, and the fact that it was shooting oil into my air filter had me concerned about the state of the engine. 
But the transmission — a five-speed from Aisin — was perfect. Like this-feels-brand-new-perfect. The play in the shifter felt nonexistent, the synchros made shifting perfectly notchy, and the bearings were whisper-quiet.

The engine, while blowing oil into my filter, billowing from its valve cover, and just generally smelling disgusting, made great power and didn’t burn a single drop of oil. Hundreds of miles after hundreds of miles piled up in my rearview mirror, and the oil level remained exactly where it started.

I then discovered that the loud cabin was really just a result of that big gap in the saggy door. That, along with the knobby mud-terrain tires, was adding lots of decibels to that cabin, though I leaned over to the passenger’s side (where the door fits properly), and it’s much quieter.

Even fuel economy wasn’t bad given the oversize, aggressive tires and the camper on the back: 17 MPG.

Southeast Oregon and western Nevada are wide open, and though some find this (and drives like I-70 across Kansas) to be boring, I’ve always loved traveling through the middle of nowhere. To me, the wide open spaces and the tiny towns that dot them are a huge part of what makes an American Road Trip an American Road Trip. Especially now that I live in LA, the vastness of this beautiful country is something that I’ve always found to be beautiful unto itself.
Just look at the beautiful sky of western Nevada:


I took the photo above because I was beat. It was late on day 2 of my trip, and I wanted to get home to my wife and child. It still feels weird being away from them for any significant period of time.
But I trudged on, and arrived before morning, spending the following week using the Comanche for all sorts of tasks, including hauling an entire new Willys Jeep engine from Van Nuys to my place. I also drilled out a clogged intake fitting for my crankcase ventilation system, and this not only solved the issue of oil getting into my air filter, but it also reduced the oil leaks from the engine.

It’s during the last week that I’ve really come to love this Comanche. The engine doesn’t burn or leak oil, it makes excellent power, the transmission is awesome — this thing drives like a brand new truck, and it’s got zero major rust. It’s also the perfect size for my driveway and LA in general, its 7’4″ bed is plenty big for anything I need to haul, and my wife likes it (she says it’s more comfortable than even the Chevy).
This is a truck I genuinely enjoy driving around, even just for a random cruise around the block. It should have no trouble passing SMOG, parts availability is decent thanks to its Cherokee XJ mechanicals, and I just find it charming as all heck.
At the start of the trip I was concerned that this trip away from my family would be pointless, and that the Comanche wouldn’t have the soul of the J10 or the comfort of the Chevy, but actually it has both. It’s an absolutely fantastic machine to the point where I don’t think it will be painful at all parting ways with my beloved J10 and K1500.
And I can’t wait to give my son a ride in it someday.
All photos by David Tracy










Can’t tow?! It’s got a 4-liter engine and a ladder frame. You need to spend more time with Mercedes.
Relative to the K1500, that is.
It can’t really tow a vehicle on a trailer.
“And I can’t wait to give my son a ride in it someday.”
And I can’t wait for the day you teach him to drive a stick in it.
I got to help my son get his DL in an automatic CR-V, but then graduate (driving) school was my 5M Jetta TDI. It all was a lot of fun.
David, we love you, but do you really expect us to believe this?
At this point, I’ve lost track of how many vehicles he’s claimed he’ll never get rid of.
If you’re really fortunate, your son will give you a ride in it someday.
Bill; may The Lord bless you in your troubles.
Amen.
I am about to drive from Michigan to Mexico by myself on my 96 Mustang with my two dogs (Scottie and Yorkie) that will keep me busy. I cant wait for this mental health break called road trip and “escape” from daily 9-5 job, household responsabilities, etc. Spouse and kids will later join me flying down since they dont want to be stuck with me for 4 days driving and driving by myself is the excuse to take the mustang instead of the pacifica lol
Back in 1994, I flew my wife, six-week-old son and a cat from Cleveland to Seattle, while I drove “her” ’94 Jeep GC and a trailer there with the necessities of his life. I had five days to get there and fly back to Cleveland to pack up the rest of our stuff and work with the movers. And then drive my Toyota pickup truck out west on a slightly less urgent pace.
My kid is now 31, and I hope he never has to go through what I did. I will never do so again.
What’s it like driving in Mexico?
Speed limit is a suggestion, as long you are aware where you driving since signs and roads are not very well marked. Tolls are expensive, and some areas you don’t want to drive at night time. But interstate driving is good, the scenery is beautiful most of the time. The bad thing is crossing checkpoints (police presence) because it’s a coin toss, if you are driving out of state/country plates, you will get questioned. You have to know Spanish if you need help or locals can take advantage of you.
Man, all this totally resonates. In about 18 months I went from being in 2 touring bands to being in no bands and having an infant. That was a hard transition, and yours has been very similar. You’ve got your head on straight early in the game. That’s the way to be.
I was able to get back to playing music, but on a different level, and I still love it, but being a dad comes first. Patience.
Thanks. I’ve been pricing these for a couple of months now, and you just got every car guy in the nation interested in them.
Found a car for the daughter in Chicago, and flew out, driving it back for 10-ish hours. Good opportunity to think about things
I’d kill to get 17 MPG in my old Volvo 240. 🙂 Thanks for this David.
17 is good !! ??
It’s all relative of course. 😉 98% of my driving is urban. That averages me about 16 MPG in my ’04 XC90, and I’m not sure but maybe around 10 MPG a tank in my ’89 240 wagon (with a wonky cam and the AC constantly on no matter what I do with the HVAC controls).
So yes, 17 MPG is pretty good. 😉
17 is pretty on par for a Comanche. My 90 MJ can break 20 mpg on the highway, I average about 16 in total and will get about 12 when towing trailer.
Dang. If Jason also stops writing about taillights and Derek Bieri also stops doing rescue-and-drives I don’t know that I will still need the internet.
I love these stories. Solo road trips can be a days-long meditation retreat -something good for the soul.
This is reminiscent of an epic trip undertaken by a dear friend and his daughter some years ago. He had just put the finishing touches on the restoration of his 1959 MGA and he decided it would be fun to drive it from his home on the Alabama Gulf Coast to a family gathering in Oregon and back again.
His daughter kept a journal and sent me photos and stories that I posted on a blog I kept at the time (remember those?) to share with the classic British car community back home.
My XJ was always very comfortable, I’m not surprised she likes it.
I try to get some kind of small road trip in every year, and I try to make it worthwhile.
As you said, doing the same thing over again doesn’t have the joy. That’s why I’m selling my w126 and moving on to other things. As my daughter gets older, she can experience different vehicles.
This also gives excuses for new adventures for new cars. I’m gonna try importing a car from Japan (curse you, Mercedes, for introducing me to BeForward) and driving it home from Vancouver to Ottawa.
Thankfully, I have friends in every province, and there’s a specialist shop in BC I plan to have give the car a once-over before the journey begins.
It’s important to make the time to connect with yourself, as you did here. But you just have to be more picky about how you make that connection now. Like a cheat day on a diet, make it worth it so you don’t have as many cravings in between.
I saw your video, it was excellent as usual, and I look forward to your articles about selling the J10 and the K1500.
Emphasis on ‘selling the J10 and the K1500’. I saw the line of malaise in front of your house. Clean it up, mister.
Wonderfully written. As I read this I felt a lot of what you are talking about decades ago when I gave up daily driving decades old rat trap jeeps once I had a kid to worry about and drive around. I found as I got older working on cars because you want to is better than working on cars because you HAVE to. Family comes first.
Great story and loving the photos, particularly the one parked on the roadside with the red sky. It jolted the original TV ad from my memory. “There’s a new truck on the road. It’s called Comanche. It’s worth a look.” Happy motoring!
I get it. I bought a 98 XJ right after my daughter was born 15 months ago. I’ve owned newer cars, faster cars, and more economical cars, but 90s Jeeps just have a way of drawing you back like an old friend.
After purchasing, I spent many hours making the Jeep safe and reliable: all fluids, ball joints, steering components, shocks, tires, and cooling system. Though I was very considerate with my timing, I still felt guilty for wrenching while my wife was inside with the crying baby. Looking back, I needed that wrenching therapy to maintain sanity though a big life change.
Now 15 months later, the XJ is my “dad” car and my daughter LOVES riding in the back seat more than our other cars because of the incredible visibility. I’m sure DT’s son will enjoy riding shotgun in the MJ even more.
Well at least now you can be the “Does it baby guy.”
Great trip report. We were both on I-80 in Nevada recently. I found it beautiful as well. A whole lot of NOTHING, but a beautiful whole lot of nothing. I too, should be able to pass smog as soon as I decide to register my CT truck in CA. Not sure how long I need to wait, but I’m going to push it as long as I can, since the total cost besides gas is $20/month.
The Comanche should “…fill the seven grille slots in my heart.” and then some seeing as how it has the eight slot grille. 🙂
David you are in for some great adventures in about 12 years. My son and I worked on cars, then he saved up and bought his Miata, then we did autocross and HDPE days together. Car shows, track events. It’s great. Now he can work on our vehicles better than I can because he’s young and flexible and I’m old and sore.
It all started with that Go-Dog-Go book, and other kids books that were car related. Richard Scarry’s books have tons of vehicles and it’s fun to read about Officer Flossy chasing Dingo Dog in his red convertible.
Go David Go!
Cars and Trucks and Things That Go.
Heck yes! Great book.
Also, excellent trip report!
“ As I drove into the middle of nowhere, Oregon, it became clear to me that this Comanche is going to be my final vehicle purchase for years.”
I have three Benjamins sitting in my wallet that that statement has a less-than-one-year expiration date :).
A year?
It won’t be that long before he finds a holy grail BMW i3 pick-up truck or something.
Didn’t he always want an RX7? We should send him links.
DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM
You know, there are a lot of things here that pop out to me as a meant-to-be thing. I’m not going to go full shrink on you here, but this recurring theme of “new me vs. old me” is a fun line to follow; It’s a tale as old as time, in movies, songs, books, anytime a man’s story is involved, it doesn’t seem like the end chapter, the last scene, the final word can be spoke unless the main character goes through a massive change, and emerges “the new such and such”
But life doesn’t have to be black and white, old or new, here or there. We’re on a journey! We’re all on a ride, like it or not, growing and changing and evolving the whole time.
From the outside looking in, bringing an old Comanche home to a new life in California feels a little bit like you realized there’s parts of the old you that shouldn’t be left behind, and you did something about it subconsciously-You went on an adventure to go get a machine, one of a family of vehicles that in a weird way sort of built you as you rebuilt them, and you brought that thing into the new chapter ghat you’re living in now.
I always like to think about what life would be like if I moved down to Florida, seeing the beach, smelling the ocean, meeting new people every day, living in what is actually a whole different culture from my hillbilly coal town. But I like to think that I’d still have all the parts of me around that were formed from life in the sticks. I’d hope it would be that way, at least.
Not only was this not pointless, this IS the point.
A decade and a half from now, a kid is going to be nervously moving a stick up, to the right, and up again, successfully completing that first 2-3 upshift on some gravel road. Sun bouncing off of faded red paint, gravel pinging off the inner wall of those bedsides, the whole thing tied together by the gentle hum of a heart bolted together by some guy that once took a job in the Midwest auto industry.
Now whether the most recent guy to put the head on the top of that 4.0 was a plant worker in Kenosha, or you, that’s for us to read about later!
“We’re all on a ride, like it or not, growing and changing and evolving the whole time.”
Allegedly. Some people inherit all their viewpoints from their parents or news networks and never learn anything new.
Fair point, but not everyone has the wherewithal to want to grow better, and they become stuck in a rut of loathing selfishness and bitterness. Worse, some are simply too prideful to think there’s any alternative. Others even change not better or worse, but in the opposite direction, seemingly in a confusing way.
But hey, that’s free will baby! We do what we want with it.
In other words, DT, welcome to the beginning of your second act—Dadhood.
In the last year, I’ve transitioned to the early phase of Act III—Respected Elder—and I wouldn’t go back. Dadhood is great. An experience that is both formative and transformative for a person in their middle years. (And “Dad” can be of any gender; it’s a role more than an identity.) But it’s not easy nor for the faint hearted. I’m glad my children are adults, now, because a lot of the pressure is off.
But you have to go through these years first, before you can earn the promotion to “Grandpa.” Keep your priorities right where this road trip affixed them, and you’ll do fine.
Beautifully written!
Hard to tell from photos, but in some of the other articles the tires looked worn unevenly to me, which is major noise on the freeway. Cool news is there are ‘highway all terrains’ now which still have some bite but are designed to be quieter at freeway speeds, the Laufenn Xfit AT, the Kuhmo AT52, General Grabber ATXs, etc.
yeah, in the video he repeatedly states that it needs new skins, stat, as well as a balancing