On any given summer evening, when the sun drops low and the heat finally starts to fade, you’ll spot them: Jeeps with the doors off, the roof stashed in a garage somewhere, and a couple of friends rolling slowly through town or down some country dirt road. The music drifts, the air rushes, and the world feels lighter for a while. We call it jeep-therapy. We’ve got a friend going through a rough patch with family health struggles. Between the medical bills, treatments, and the weight of running her own household, the stress has been relentless for her and her family. Every couple of days she’ll call and ask if she can get us to take a ride outside of town—hit some gravel—for a ride,