I must also mention that I live off grid and my only internet at the moment is though my phone and I have yet to figure out how to post pictures from my photo bucket account with it.
My son sells just about every electronic phone know to man so when he gets here this Friday I'm going to have him help me. If I remember to ask him
I first have to talk about the jeeps that I have owned. They deserve mentioning because without them I never would of wanted to own another.
The first FSJ in my life was my fathers.
This was the first vehicle I ever drove I was 8 at the time and I remember it well. It was a 65 Wagoneer. It had a 327 in it with a manual trans of some sort. It had a PTO winch and the paint was Prairie Gold inside and out. The bottom part of the out and some of the in was mostly rust.
I remember the day he bought it he traded in his old 62 chevy and 400.00 dollars for it. Someone had robbed the rear drive line out of it at the used car lot. Dad put it in 4 wheel and locked the hubs and we were off. We made it to the edge of the road and the front drive line fell out. Luckily the auto parts store was just down the road so he and I walked down there and got the parts to fix it.
He would drive it to work every day but, what I remember most about it was the camping,hunting and fishing trips we took in it.
During those trips I would get to drive it on some back road out in the middle of no where.
I loved that jeep I can still remember how it smelled. I also remember all the 22 casings and sunflower seed shells that were on the floor boards and the dash of the poor old thing. That old jeep never let us down heck we had a PTO winch on the front. (Which I still own) We could go anywhere with it! So we did,luckily we never needed it. My gramps need a pump pulled so dad and I went over to his house with the jeep. The plan was to use the winch to pull the pump. To are amazement the winch didn't work! The key was missing out of the keyway!
My old man new it was time to let it go one day when we were out on a adventure. We were putting along on a dirt road when the drivers side floor plan fell down and took part of the gas pedal with it. I was fifteen at the time and had hoped that the old jeep was going to be mine soon but it was not going to happen
I was so mad when he got rid of it. I still don't know what he did with it. But one thing I can tell you if I could buy it now I would give someone a lot more than it is worth.
More history later, loner
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