I am off to town to ask the price of a Willys Jeep, a CJ2A, I think. It's already haze gray. It is not a total rust bucket. I don't know if it runs and/or drives.
I have a dream. Except my stencils would say U.S.S. Henderson. Or maybe Desron 5.
I hope the price is prima facie prohibitive, otherwise I may be setting myself up for the automotive screwing of the century.
EDIT: Damn. The price is in that treacherous sea between the Cape of Slight Overprice the Straits of Laughing Out Loud.
Lord, give me the strength to say "No thank you." after the close eyeball and test drive tomorrow evening.
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Dang it! I left the state of Iowa too soon! I have always wanted to go for a ride in an open jeep! I want to drive!
So, Skipper, whatja gonna do? Leave the money to your kids, or the Jeep?
Think what a babe magnet having a jeep would be!
Ans, so...?
Neither Jeep nor owner showed up. If he really wants to sell he'll be around with some lame excuse. My negotiating position is enhanced.
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