While I was visiting my parents for Thanksgiving, we took a side trip to my dad's cousin's house to visit with a few other relatives and friends. While out in the shop, over a few beers, dad's cousin starts talking about this Jeep his just bought, and how he loves it but he knows nothing about how to fix stuff on it and it needs...things.
You proabbly guessed how this goes. One thing leads to another and...
This shows up in my driveway today:
It's a 1977 CJ5, 4 wheel drive, manual locking hubs, 4 speed stick, and the ubiquitous Jeep half-dozen under the hood. I barely manage to back the thing off the trailer it runs so badly, stall it several times while attempting to get it around to the shop, but, finally, after much embarrassment, succeed in getting it into the shop and on the lift.
And realize just how short this thing is. I was only barely able to swing the lift arms under the frame between the wheels. I had to roll it forward o get the front arms under, and roll it back to get the rear arms under. I don't think I could lay down on the floor between the front and rear wheels.
But eventually we got it all figured out, and I was able to start poking around underneath with my son, my dad, and his cousin, and seeing just what needs to be done to the big urnch monster.