Ah hem . . . as the proud owner of one of the last YJ 1995 Jeep Wranglers made (I ordered it before they closed down production and brought out the newer Jeep Wrangler that has a softer, car-like suspension), I must declare that I never heard of such a tradition among Jeep owners. The only thing I did notice when I bought my YJ model was the scorn and derision that I would frequently endure from Jeep aficionados who often remarked that "Real Jeeps did not have square head lamps! Hhrrrrumph!" Well, fuck them, mine did and still does. In addition, it has been the most trouble-free vehicle I have ever owned (still has barely 150,000 miles on its poor engine and chassis). Trouble-free? A Jeep? Trust me. No one has been more surprised at this fact than me. But it's true. I've only had to replace shock absorbers once and I've had to replace the $125 (installed) windshield twice. But my plain vanilla white Jeep with a black rag top has been and continues to be a remarkable thing to own.
It has rear (and probably front) leaf suspension springs which does not mean it's the most cushy ride. In fact, when seriously four-wheeling (which is why I bought it) I refer to the activity as "going for a shake and bake."
But I've never heard of a tradition among Jeep owners to wave or pass a secret handshake. The YJ is probably the most basic vehicle ever produced since the Ford Model T. It just has more horse power (not a lot) and will dutifully crawl up, over, along the side of, and down almost any dirt road or steep pile of scree that I ask it to.
It is definitely not a vehicle built for comfort; however, the overhead speakers attached to the roll bar and multiple CD changer/FM/AM Radio unit I purchased from an after market sound equipment dealer never skips and has lots of boom boom for listening to opera out in the middle of the western deserts late at night. It also goes many places my butch friends with Hummers cannot go; narrow almost non-existent mining trails in the Snake and Antelope mountain ranges along Alternate Highway 93 in lovely, charming Nevada, for example.
I'm certain some day it will eventually break and I'll have to put it to sleep. But waving? I bought the Jeep precisely to four-wheel in the wild and woolly wilderness and get away from people, seeking that rare thing known as peace and tranquility. Who want's to wave at people in the wilderness?
Curmudgeonly yours,
Midlifebear