Yeah, Grogie, we've owned 3 of them, not one was brand new. We always picked up one that was a few years old for a pittance. On one 'Greatest 20 vehicles of all time' list, the lowly Jeep XJ, not-so-grand Cherokee still appears. I rolled my '90 XJ (Renix injection) in Telluride CO about 1995, 125 feet off a cliff destroying the car. It took 2 tow trucks and lots of extra cable and a couple snatch blocks to get it back up to the road the next day. Of the 12 glass windows in the car, only the drivers door main glass and wind wing were not shattered. The unibody structure held up fine. It was like a piece of tin foil rolled into a ball. Not one square foot of sheet metal was unscathed. I was going down the dirt road @ about 25 mph between Ophir and Vance Jct. to meet some narrow gauge railroad fans about 10 p.m. I'd been down this road before, but this time there was some terrible, make that the worst, washboard just before a dog leg turn. Big 'ol whoops. As I went in the rear axle started to hop violently (it needed new rear shocks and I was set to replace them after this trip) and the rear end sliding ever so close to the cliff, so I feathered the brakes and turned into the slide to no avail. The first roll was an endo (the rear of the jeep came over your head) when the front end went over smashing and shattering the upside down fiberglass tailgate into an Aspen sapling. After a millisecond delay we started the first of 4 chaotic barrel rolls down the sheer incline. First roll was fairly slow and you knew with each subsequent roll when you were upside down as all your weight was hanging momentairly on the seatbelt. The tempo picked up and by the time I hit a small shelf (a 19th c. irrigation ditch) I was on the drivers side and picking moon roof glass from my scalp. That procedure lasted 6 months. I crawled, literally on hands and knees back to the road and saw a light on about a mile away which was a small cabin. I knocked on the door and pleaded my predicament and the lady called the infirmary in Telluride to see if any one was on duty. I finally made it to Telluride by 3 a.m. The doctor, who was there as a ski bum and bone break specialist asked me if I ever thought I was going to die at any time during the ordeal. No, says I. Good, says he. After a quick X-ray my 3rd vertebrae was cracked so he gave me a brace and told me to walk down to the hotel and get a room as he was going home.