HooliganActual
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- First Name
- Robert
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- 10 miles from the Sun
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- 2020 Gladiator Rubicon
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@Mud Pie
@Jteakus -tell your story, the thread title asks for it
Now this is not as cool of a story as the OP's, but I'll share. I grew up in a town of 2000 in rural Kentucky in the late 60's early 70's. My dad had a '69 Bronco and then a '71 Bronco, so I grew up in those; but my uncle had a CJ5 (don't know what year) and we used to always take his CJ when we went frog gigging or whatever. I always loved riding in his Jeep because it never had the top on.
(Quick detour: first time I ever had loose leaf chewing tobacco, Red Man if you're wondering, was in that CJ. I saw my dad and uncle passing the pouch to each other driving down the trail and said "Can I have some?" To this day I remeber the two of them smiling at each other and handing the pouch to me...I was maybe 8 or 9...Needless to say within a few minutes, I puked all over the back of the Jeep. My uncle pulled off of the trail, they pulled the cooler out and sat and drank beer while making me clean puke out of the back of the Jeep. Good times! Lesson learned.) Anyhoooo...
Fast forward to 1984 and being stationed in Idaho, my dad sold me my first car, a Chevy Chevette for $1 because it couldn't pass California emissions tests, which I drove out to Idaho. As any stupid 18 year old would, I promptly blew the transmission and started shopping for a replacement vehicle. On a used car lot in Idaho Falls, I found an old square body Bronco in decent enough shape. I test drove it and worked the deal and was going to come back the next day after they finished the paperwork with the Credit Union. The next morning when I came to pick it up, it would not start. No matter what we tried, that Bronco would not even crank. Well...setting right next to it, for about the same price, was an '81 CJ7 in really good shape and I said "What about that one?"
I wound up putting a 3 inch lift, 33" tires and chrome 5-spoke wheels on her with parts bought from JC Whitney. She went everywhere and was a tank. She was in two collisions (one head on and one rear-end and neither my fault) where the other vehicle was totaled and could not drive from the scene and a total of $16 dollars of damage was done when the head-on broke a side marker...TANK!! When I was stationed at MINSY for Insulation school, I was given a bunch of closed cell elastomeric foam tubing and sheets to practice with; so I pulled everything out of the CJ's tub and lined the inside and roll bar with it...LOL. She was real quiet after that. Man, years of fun in that old girl. One time, I-80 got closed due to a massive blizzard right after I had started up Donner Pass from Reno to Cali. Pulled off and put my chains on, dropped her into 4 low and shot out the other side like an egg through a hen about 4 hours later!
10 years later, I wound up trading that CJ in for a Cherokee when my first kid was born. I've had Jeeps ever since and currently have 3:
I had fun remembering all of that (and more)
Cheers
@Jteakus -tell your story, the thread title asks for it
Now this is not as cool of a story as the OP's, but I'll share. I grew up in a town of 2000 in rural Kentucky in the late 60's early 70's. My dad had a '69 Bronco and then a '71 Bronco, so I grew up in those; but my uncle had a CJ5 (don't know what year) and we used to always take his CJ when we went frog gigging or whatever. I always loved riding in his Jeep because it never had the top on.
(Quick detour: first time I ever had loose leaf chewing tobacco, Red Man if you're wondering, was in that CJ. I saw my dad and uncle passing the pouch to each other driving down the trail and said "Can I have some?" To this day I remeber the two of them smiling at each other and handing the pouch to me...I was maybe 8 or 9...Needless to say within a few minutes, I puked all over the back of the Jeep. My uncle pulled off of the trail, they pulled the cooler out and sat and drank beer while making me clean puke out of the back of the Jeep. Good times! Lesson learned.) Anyhoooo...
Fast forward to 1984 and being stationed in Idaho, my dad sold me my first car, a Chevy Chevette for $1 because it couldn't pass California emissions tests, which I drove out to Idaho. As any stupid 18 year old would, I promptly blew the transmission and started shopping for a replacement vehicle. On a used car lot in Idaho Falls, I found an old square body Bronco in decent enough shape. I test drove it and worked the deal and was going to come back the next day after they finished the paperwork with the Credit Union. The next morning when I came to pick it up, it would not start. No matter what we tried, that Bronco would not even crank. Well...setting right next to it, for about the same price, was an '81 CJ7 in really good shape and I said "What about that one?"
I wound up putting a 3 inch lift, 33" tires and chrome 5-spoke wheels on her with parts bought from JC Whitney. She went everywhere and was a tank. She was in two collisions (one head on and one rear-end and neither my fault) where the other vehicle was totaled and could not drive from the scene and a total of $16 dollars of damage was done when the head-on broke a side marker...TANK!! When I was stationed at MINSY for Insulation school, I was given a bunch of closed cell elastomeric foam tubing and sheets to practice with; so I pulled everything out of the CJ's tub and lined the inside and roll bar with it...LOL. She was real quiet after that. Man, years of fun in that old girl. One time, I-80 got closed due to a massive blizzard right after I had started up Donner Pass from Reno to Cali. Pulled off and put my chains on, dropped her into 4 low and shot out the other side like an egg through a hen about 4 hours later!
10 years later, I wound up trading that CJ in for a Cherokee when my first kid was born. I've had Jeeps ever since and currently have 3:
I had fun remembering all of that (and more)
Cheers
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