I miss my Jeep. Not the new one. I still have the '99 Cherokee. No, the one I miss is the '48 Willy’s CJ-2A I used to have.
On a level street, with the windscreen down and the driver hunkered down behind the wheel, I could actually get it up to 60mph! (Poor little engine!) So it wasn’t fast. But it could climb pretty well. And tough! I could have hit the thing with a 2x4 with no damage. It was a thick-skinned little beast. Didn’t even have to worry about the paint. It was an oxidized sand colour. Since I lived in the desert at the time, I didn’t have to worry much about rust.
A funny thing happened in the little Willy’s one day. I came upon a gully. I stopped so I could go to the low range and my passenger asked me incredulously, “You’re not really going to drive down there, are you?” I told him I was, and proceeded. He bailed out. :eek: When I got up the other side, passenger was limping. He’d landed wrong and twisted his ankle.
Two of my friends and I were in the jeep when it ran out of fuel. (The guage was very inaccurate; and even though I used a dipstick, the stick wasn’t calibrated. We pushed and pulled our heavy ride for about three miles. Finally a drunken man pulled over and took me to get some gas.
Ex-SO drove the jeep for the first time. She hadn’t yet grasped that this was a high-CG vehicle, and that 90º turns should be made slowly! She nearly tipped it over, but I grabbed the wheel and we wound up in someone’s driveway.
It was just the thing for exploring dirt roads and trails in the high Mojave.
I was going to the Fox Field airshow one year; and as I pulled into the parking area, I heard a mother exclaim to her young child, “Look at the funny old Jeep!” I didn’t think it was a “funny old Jeep”. I thought it was a fine old Jeep.
Alas, lack of funds, a move to The Big City (AKA “Los Hideous”), and general stupidity led me to sell “CJ2 EH” (it’s license plate). Sure, I’ve splashed mud over the top of the Cherokee. It bounces along like a real Jeep! And it looks swell after hitting the mud puddles. But it’s just not the same as bouncing along in a little open 4-banger that’s decades older than you are. The mighty little “1/4-ton truck” passed it’s genes along to the citified creatures prowling the 405 freeway, but the newer ones have thinner skins and interiors you actually have to take some sort of care of. No more hosing it out at the end of the day. You can pull the carpet out of a Wrangler, of course; but be sure to remove the stereo too. The old Willy’s didn’t have a stereo. Or carpet. Just hose the mud out through the scuppers the factory in Toledo so thoughtfully cut out for you.
Yeah, the Willy’s is missed. I’ll find another one someday real soon. I may even give it a good coat of paint.