A few days ago, a friend texted me to ask if we would like to buy the old Jeep they had in their shed. It is an OLD Jeep--1965, I think?--and the engine had seized several years ago, so it was just sitting there. They really wanted to get it out of their shed, and remembered my eldest son's interest in it when he saw it last year during a trip to their house to pick peaches.
These vehicles are relatively rare, and they were selling it very cheaply. A. couldn't say yes fast enough to that.
We towed it home yesterday.
So jaunty.
Unusually, this Jeep has actual metal doors, a hard top, and a metal back, so that when all those pieces are on, it will be a fully enclosed vehicle. A lot of these just have canvas or plastic or whatever for the top and sides.
Obviously, this is going to be a lot of work to get in working order. The middle son is very enamored of it, though, so by the time he's old enough to drive in three years, it should be ready to go. Not that you can go very far in it--I doubt it would go any faster than 50 miles per hour--but I guess it would be good for hunting or whatever.
In the meantime, A. and the eldest continue to work on the brown truck.
There it is. It's definitely brown. It's a 1982 4X4 Dodge Ram, for those who care. And yes, I had to ask A. what it is.
This is waiting on I think a carburetor--but don't quote me on that--and then it should be running. This son can actually get his provisional license in just a few months, so it's good this one is almost ready to go down the road.
Getting a driver's license in our house apparently means you must be willing to work on a vehicle several decades older than you.
I'll stick with my new(ish) Honda, though, thank you.
One of these things is not like the other . . .
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The guys will have fun! I think a Jeep from many decades ago would be too much for my husband. He just babies his 2000 pickup.
My husband wishes my sons had an interest in car work (wouldn't it be nice to have a trained mechanic in the family!), but so far they only help out with oil changes and then run away. My one daughter has some experience with cars, but she'd rather pay someone to do it for her.
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