One cool moment, please!
06/01/2026
If the classic car is a statement, this applies all the more to the appearance of the driver. A gentleman in a neat tweed getting out of his Bentley Continental - that's something. Or the lady with a waving scarf - watch out for spoked wheels! - cruising along the country road in her Austin Healey. That's cool. And at more and more events, participants are even rewarded if they are dressed authentically for the vehicle. That's cool and shows the connection to the rolling sheet metal and its history. But there are limits that have nothing to do with comfort, but with the ability to suffer. Jeep drivers know what I mean.
A Willys Jeep is an eye-catcher. No matter where you drive, you don't see a Willys MB, the original Jeep par excellence, every day. And because it has the charm of a Disney car despite its martial purpose, it's a pleasure to see. For the drivers, the question also arises as to how to appear in style. Many opt for a uniform, and that doesn't just mean an American one. After all, the Willys was used by many nations. The more civilian option is a camouflage jacket in olive or - particularly cool - the sand-colored coyote. But there are two sides to the task. It's not just about whether uniforms are cool or not cool. It's about how you drive.
A Willys may have a fabric roof, but a roof on top is frowned upon and completely uncool. It was already like that in the RS. Even when it rains, driving faster usually helps more than seeing the wet misery dripping in from the left and right of the windshield. So without a roof and this raises the additional question: with or without a windshield. As you know, the windshield can simply be folded forward and the Willys doesn't look naked, but three times cooler. However, the already strong open-air feeling without doors and without a roof is doubled. At least.
This has fatal consequences. And we're not talking about top speeds above 80 km/h, but about civilian trips at local speed. The wind hits you in the face like a whiplash. And this is exacerbated when flying sand or swarms of insects come into play. Scarves and sunglasses help a little, even if they make you look like a Tusken Raider from Star Wars. Nevertheless, every ride over a quarter of an hour is a brutal exfoliation and you often have something between your teeth that you have to clench in both senses of the word. But somehow it's also an adventure, an escape from everyday life. It's wild, unreasonable, free and very, very cool.
P.S. We recently published a report on the D-Day meeting in Sisseln .
