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    The People

    We are forewarned. People just loving your jeep. Part of the duty of ownership. You assent to accept everyone loving your resto as much or in some ways more than you do. Excluding the Mrs. She once proclaimed that Cindy would be for weekends and date nights only. Let’s start there.

    I do remember well each time He grabs my tongue and inserts good words in place of whatever nonsense I would be prone to yowl. That particular time He said, “Honey, I love you. I love driving with you. On weekends and date nights in any vehicle, or just holding hands together. That truck is just what I drive to work.” Then she curtsied. Then I got a perfectly cooked pork chop. Go figure.

    One other time, I mistakenly said I loved Cindy, and took it back, I thought, in time. Yet, she heard me. Surprisingly she said, “No, it’s okay, you love her.” Then she stepped over a jeep part on the living room floor and walked her pretty little self about the place, my watching her every motion.

    That being said, the first time it happened I was in a left turn with a median and many lanes between that bus stop and me. If you stay in the sun here, you get tanned. So this overly tan gentleman occupying the bus waiting bench jumped up, “Hey Old School, Nice Truck!”. He was in the second lane and running towards me when I waived the stogie, smiled, and dropped the clutch.

    The homeless guy with his life in a backpack on some kind of probably motorized 20 speed bicycle gave me the High sign at a stop light, had the nerve to cut me off as he went to the rail, okay center ĺane, and the race was on! I caught him at the eighth mile and blew by him at the quarter - both of us laughing with a thumbs-up as I sped away the great victor.

    Then I was making a left turn on another day. Saw an old CJ coming at me no top no doors. It’s well over 100 degrees here in the desert. I’m waiting for him to pass by to make my turn, my a/c cranking. He took full advantage, slowing, sticking both arms, hands open and waving back and forth, along with his foot out the side, same back and forth with the foot as the hands. The grin on that guys face. I was cool, but dude deserved the wag of the stogie and a nod of respect to his CJ.

    At 110+, you can broil your appendages on any metal surface under the summer sun. So it did surprise when a construction van contraption with a trailer rolled up on my right side. Window open, arm as big as the side view mirror, laying on a chrome side window sill that must have been hot, too hot for leaning out inspecting my J300 badge. But that’s what this guy did. For a whole light cycle. Due to the fact that his skin didn’t melt, I did not acknowledge his big head sticking out the window.

    Then I was navigating cones in construction zones and two things happened. First, the cone setter was setting cones and when he saw the truck he pointed skyward with cones in his hands like he was directing an airplane on a runway – this was thick with people – lanes going this away and that away – and here is this dude doing a happy dance directing Cindy on through. Stogie wave.

    Time two is delicate. Given all that has happened, this is with proper respect to all involved. But I am a red blooded American who dropped his stogie one time. Let’s just say that sometimes there are enforcement officials supervising traffic wearing mirror glasses, about 5’2”, fitted uniform, braided hair pulled back, offering side view, who, with turn of head, lift of lenses, almond eye under a lifted brow – that’ll make you feel like offering to share handcuffs cause you are bad boy in a bad axe Jeep Truck. I smiled for five miles after, laughed for five miles, and didn’t miss any shifts either.
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    Suddenly my Cindy was worth real money. By more than quadrupling my initial spend, I had very nearly doubled Cindy’s value. It’s a very real problem in restos. When you figure your valuation. So valuable. It’ll keep you up nights with a flashlight under your pillow in situations of thieves, hoodlums, or curious onlookers venturing too nearby your beloved Kaiser Willy’s Jeep Gladiator Pickup Truck.

    Out of fear, I invented the fence. It’s worldwide. My research showed ‘Jeep’ Clubs in tons of towns, dotting that Darien gap trail all the way down the continent, from up here in North America down to Argentina even – yes they do have jeep gladiator original examples, hold jeep rendezvous down in South America, all the time. They moved production of the Tornado engine down there during the AMC years, I’m told. Lots of fans there locally, apparently. Well because Cindy could be put in a boxcar and in an hour be on her way, I had to act fast. It was also a good call against local hoodlums who wanted a joy ride, and international badge thieves who know that an original Rhino Grille can sell for $100’s online to eastern europe, and no way to intervene since the grille and chromes doesn’t have any identification numerology; no tags. See, later jeep j series owners only have to remove the plastic grilles from 67 onward to reveal the original metal jeep gladiator face – all they need is my original grille, cool light hole cover plates, and chrome light valences to get it done to look old school.

    It scared me to death thinking of Cindy suffering a piece-by-piece or wholesale “reverse resto”. For all these reasons – a fence was the perfect solution.

    You might say, hey idiot, park it in the garage? Well, she parks in there. Plus the oil leaks and old truck aromas are not popular with her. And I store valuable parts from the resto – the original radiator for an example, that someone might want some day. So it has to be external parking only.

    Yes, I ran over the fence. After getting new brakes. I left it like that. Then those questions came streaming in during the next month, such as “your brakes are not safe and what’s that about running over a fence”. By then my truck was back in the shop so I had time to “get back to you”.

    Let’s get into it.

    So the fence pieces are 8 foot sectional, manufactured, easily split dry pine, lightly stapled, traditional picket fence design, painted to match the desert brown coloration typical of the mid 60’s tract housing choreographic to the neighborhood where Cindy lives. Fence parts are cheap. They are ugly. They fit perfectly so as not to appear to be the defensive genius measures that they are.

    To create the desired perimeter effects, attach the fence only loosely together by one screw please, one screw only. This is per section, and only at the top, creating an outwardly normal looking fence look, while hiding the truth that the whole thing will collapse in on itself at the slightest hoodlum hand placement, while standing tall against the more constant dry desert winds.

    Also true, to accent this noise calamity feature, the fence should be secured so as not to creak nor squeak under normal operating conditions such as wind. The fence should, however, squeal like a stuck pig in the case of ill advised touching. And it should explode completely if the vehicle is pried out from behind it or when the vehicle strikes the fence, all aspects to complete the noise additional theft deterrent approach.

    The approach is also highly functional. Fence placement should be within one inch of the truck, to prevent hand placement at or near the original truck badging, to avoid unauthorized side badge removal. Also true, the fence should veer inward toward the roadside, to close off any access from the front bumper area while allowing safe maneuverability at the rear tire placement end of the vehicle containment system.

    Light the area with a day night illuminator such as will require 3 “D” cell batteries to eradicate the need for unnecessary wirings while providing modern security look and feel, such as a blue light and modern smoky lense covering. This should be attached using the minimum number of screws as it will need to be removed and replaced frequently at 120 degrees when the batteries melt. For this reason place the light fixture up and away from the truck paint it protects, similarly distant from the house itself, and over the gravel pit for maximum safety against the common problem of caustic drippage.

    Expert driving will be required to park the vehicle within the perimeter, as the opening is less than one inch per vehicle side, while the total area expands to slightly less than two inches at rear area between the garage wall post and the end of the fence post. Luckily, the intermediate area is wide open due to fence is only on one side, allowing maximum vehicle maneuverability during the parking sequence.

    To use the fence parking perimeter to maximum benefit, simply turn the no power steering long bed vehicle, clutch operated, into reverse gear, from street approach. Grind the gear loudly upon each entrance to discourage thieves who might otherwise think the vehicle operates properly. Miss the opening by approximately less than the one inch, to activate the noise defense system. You’ll park each time like a dream utilizing the flex design parameters built in to your fencing system! Because you have chosen utilitarian paint quality, there is no concern that the paint will scratch – it is too thick by application to be damaged. Perfectly noisy and perfectly effective!

    Upon exit, be aware of the outward facing flanges of bumpers. These may attach to the fence during transit resulting in either the back section of the fence dragging remaining frontal sections one at a time from their moorings as the truck drives down the street, or conversely, causing an accordion effect where the fence is condensed upon itself but still attached to the vehicle. Both of these circumstances are easily remedied by reattaching loose fence parts to each other and the moorings following original installation practices. Remember to unlatch the truck flange from the fence before disembarking for the final time.

    As ancillary security measure, upon exit pull the choke lever outward to maximum during start up. This will fumigate the area with blue gas, hard to breath, clearing it of thieves in the near vicinity of the activity. For those who might attempt a swoop theft maneuver, whereby they stay outside the lighted perimeter but attach a chain or similar under the vehicle, do the following to defeat any idea that the vehicle funtions normally: upon starting the vehicle, at various times of day to maximize neighborhood awareness, stomp on the gas at full choke, release the clutch with great variation, in and out, in and out, causing the vehicle to be lurching into the roadway before stalling. Repeat this strategy vehicle solo or with fence pieces attached, all the way down the street, in both directions, periodically. Pro Tip: varying departure times to ensure success of your vehicle theft deterrent strategy.

    The last time I exploded the fence is the only instructive example. It tells the whole story. My habit is to return to the parking area at a specific time of day. One time, I was preoccupied with the world, but had not crash landed recently. Therefore, when I flew in, the grinding into reverse and the revving up over the curb was notice of my arrival. Unfortunately, I blew the angle of approach. I hit that fence dead center. It not only exploded into my side yard, it also blew pieces on the neighbors side wall. Due to speed, and possible faulty brakes, the chain reaction included not just the front and middle sections, but the newly added third section of fence, all 24 feet were blowed apart loudly.
    I jumped out and fixed it but I did notice some curtains moving in the neighbors.

    So the next day when I arrived at the scheduled time it was a block party atmosphere. These days you can appear on social media doing such things, so I approached with caution, observing all I saw. Two ladies were chatting on the lawn, eyes toward the parking area. Another neighbor was out “watering”, also facing the gravel pit parking only zone. And my own beloved chose that moment to be “checking the mail and putting out the garbage honey”. I knew. I knew it. They wanted a first row seat at the calamity – they only wanted to see the crash – not to help with cleanup like normal neighbors. Well, not today. That time I parked that truck without a noise, without a clutch slippage, without having to repark. Yep. I did park that thing first try like nobody’s business, which it is not, I’ll tell you, except mine. I swear Cindy winked at me upon my swift exit, one motion lockup, step away from the jeep life and back into my life.

    Pictured: Paint, fence, smeared upon paint, jeep. Outward facing bumper flange. Early rare picture of fence, before fence restorations completed.
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    Morals of story v2

    Wasn't satisfied with yesterday's version of the moral. So this is updated moralizing. Sort of a resto moral!

    Friends, I'm hoping to leave it better than I found it.

    That’s my build, as of today.

    Thanks for reading!!!
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    Ole Fivers Driving Academy for Kaiser Willy’s Jeep Drivers – “Don’t Fence Me In"

    Meep – Meep. Hay-Hay.

    So That: we all do well, that for which our vehicles are built – driving – this is another of many threads on the forum where drivers of old bad axe jeep trucks are welcome to gear down, shift on in, and idle awhile, cut the engine, have a road conference about the weather, life itself, and drivin Jeep.

    All posts welcome & thanks for reading!

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    Driving Lesson I

    Driving Lesson I

    Earlier mentioned was a neighbor who would fit right in among the best on this forum if he were a jeep guy, the same who taught me to drive this Jeep Truck.

    Yep. He was raised turning wrench. Runs some big deal yard to this day. Laments youths who will not pick up engine and transmission to carry across the bay, place it where work will be done, unlike how it was done handily in his day, by himself, and the people he has respected in his wrenching career, which includes those on teams building racetrack hotrods, from early on. If his brain is as big as his shoulders are wide, you’d be wise to listen, which is how it is if only you hear well enough. Therefore, I have been fortunate to do just that, listen, on a few occasions.

    When the truck arrives that first day, he was on the spot and knew a ton about the truck, including engine specs, better than some magazine articles I’d read. He did not have time to research it, unless I’m mistaken. Must be he carries it up in his noodle container. Then he gave me magazine articles better than the ones I had read on my own – just better information. Better sources.

    So he reads. And he learns. That is how you punched your ticket in his day – by knowledge acquisition and knowledge retention, self-made. The kind of person you follow in line with now, automatically. Some of us are that person to others, but it was hard earned and scar bearing activities which earned us those stripes.

    He has it; I’m listening. And he’s about to teach me to drive this infernal truck bedeviling my wits. I knew how to drive a clutch, though not this clutch truck, and he knew it. Hell, we both did. So, I’ve been fortunate to know a few of these guys in my life. One old head helped me with the purchase and operation of an old tractor.

    As an aside to accentuate a resto rule: later on I grew confident enough to rebuild the tractor carb on my own. I learned then the value of gasketry. Thing leaked and failed to operate well on a cardboard refurbishment of mine until I replaced the gasket with a proper OEM or aftermarket deal. Then it work good. Good deal! Our rule about buy quality parts once, a reminder. Even better, when I sold it on, it was the extra gaskets and all the fuel lines and electrical extras included, matching what I had fabricated on there, and the originals from the tractor in a different box, that sealed the deal. People do love all them extra parts, matching, sold with. Quality parts give credence to the machine.

    As for driving tractor, I almost deranged the old guy fifteen times by erratic head level wild bucket swings during road building as a novice light heavy weight equipment operator, but he never minded, even said it was good for the younger generation to learn tractoring. Told me like this, during break time meals on a roadside: “eat slower and chew”. As he put it, “makes the food taste better”, and is “good for the digestion”. His way of saying slow down and stop taking errant whacks at his head with the mochine. And, I did get good at driving that tractor.

    So the day I almost sold Cindy, out of spite, it was raining, which when that happens in a desert you go driving, hopefully in a Jeep. Similar to first snow up in the hills. Or a beach run after a hurricane. Weather happens and you drive jeep. So we did. You may recall the fiasco of several times when I drove it alone. So that was my expectation. This was gonna be a fiasco, wet version.

    Handed him the keys and he automatically flipped the key in his hand because Cindy takes the key ribs up. I paid closer attention thereafter. Didn’t take long, either.

    Because she started right up. No fumes. No choke button. Nada. Just purring.

    Then we pulled out, in the rain mind you, No Grind in first. No clutch smell. No rattle from the bed. No dragging tires during braking. Second gear was as smooth as silk. Third gear was soft as the clouds above, and the rain on the windshield. By now my attention is rapt.

    This dude is actually going to go onto the boulevard first time in the crazy truck! The brakes worked, the clutch worked, the steering worked. Heck, even the lights worked! I almost puked out the window in disgust when he casually turned on the wipers. Yes. They worked too. This truck! Why? Why? Why won’t it run for me this way? He brought her home. Backed into the fence parking area no sound, no problem, no activation of the noise additional fence perimeter safety system. She did not even diesel after he shut her down.

    I never saw her behave that way. Cindy, my truck, actually liked this drive, this driver, which is why I almost sold her that day. This crazy Jeep Truck love! No way this is going down like this. But of course, it did. The truck operated perfectly when driven by someone who knew how to drive clutch.

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    Road Fix #2

    Six lanes to get across from a dead stop. Light about to turn green. Sticking ignition key of recent.

    You been where I’m sitting. Yep - I’ve got no clutch. Everything is quiet times like these. The calm.

    My intentions are to bobble head across a major roadway using only the starter motor when that light turns green, hoping to get just to over there using the electric motor if it happens that way, and the gasser if it’ll kick. Same like one of these newfangled e-lectric hybrids, I reckon, because they use electric and gas engines in tandem, by real smart design, so how could it be wrong for me to do the same? Nothing new under the sun, is my view. I plan to embrace the modern thinking.

    Oh yes, I’m hunched up & ready. The past meets the future. Hoping my future is not insinuated into the grille of that city bus hurrying to beat the light in the near lane; and hoping it’s not my vintage ride overtopping some modern Prius running the red. Cause I’m a comin’, squinty eyed, and hopeful to make it. Actually, I’m calculating whether I can execute the speed shift on my long throw column shifter from 1st to 2nd while the starter is powering the vehicle. Never tried that yet. I did it.

    There’s good reason to swivel myself across come hell or high water, as you see I want to get home for supper. She does cook a fine meal and it has been my learning that I should like to eat it when it’s hot and not a minute later, or suffer sequential disappointments that could interrupt my biologicals.

    I’m in the street within sight of the house where the dude lives who wouldn’t sell me his vintage jeep truck with that window throwback I wanted, back when during acquisition, and since has sold it to someone else, not myself, and I happen to know they have seen this truck, and me in it, and danged if I am breaking down in front of there. Hey buddy, old pal, got some Dot 3 by any chance, for someone you wouldn’t even sell your truck to for a generous offer well above list prices? That’s enough motivation for me and my truck to skedaddle across.

    This actually began a couple of weeks ago. Someone on here who shall be named goes by the name of my friend bmorgil who thought up some vacuum issues related to vehicle braking and I knew it was only a matter of time before Cindy got afflicted with these problems again. Becajse he is normally right about what he claims though I deny it, routinely. And, mainly because the symptoms described did fit my truck to a “T”. I don’t know if it’s just maintenance or a leaking hole or a loosened fitting. Whatever, I’ll deal with it. But it is spring and the days pass lazily, birds, bees, lemonades etc.

    The pedal got more ornery by the day. Wouldn’t stay erect. The pedal engages the clutch less and less and more and more if you know about that. Like it engages momentarily and completely at the same time, then lays limp on the floor. Gotta be a fluid shortage, right? It’s an old truck. Anyway. I’ll get around to it. Sure, after this. It did remind me of the old days when my foot slipped under the pedal and clicked it back up, so I do have some muscle memory of a going bad clutch pedal.

    I hit the ignition. I’m staggering into the intersection. I’m monitoring electric motor sound. I’m hearing the gasser rifle up. Soon I’m speed shifting from 1st to 2nd on the column. Cindy roars to life. I probably could have chirped the tires in my joy but I was not showing off just then. In fact, it was only good I survived at all, as the light in question is short and any misstep could have been disastrous.

    I do manage side streets to home, and pull up for my reverse entry into the gravel pit. I turn the motor off – by now I’m just barely able to get it into gears. Odd, the neighbor waves to me, for all the normality, a nice day it is outside the cab. I wave back. Start up & Reverse her in. And now she’s all bound up, internally the clutch and transmission are no longer, and externally I rode up the sidewall a might bit. But home. In time for dinner. Which is good!

    Later, I use a small cup to transfer a might bit of DOT3 from the master cylinder – Lordy it is clean and full – such a good sight to see except why is my brake pedal soft sometimes if the MC is that clean and full? Anyway – a few teaspoons of transfer oil and the clutch resumes normal function enough to shift into forward gear so I can get Cindy’s rump off the house pillar and forward thrust into the little front wheel ruts I rolled in where she sits tight overnight without an emergency brake.

    Yes, I’m updating my list of things. Good day to you.

    Update: Okay so that was stupid on my part. But you knew that and thanks for reading on. I did pour in a bunch of DOT3 and it seemed to work. Needed to make a drop off of about ten file boxes. Got almost all the way there and clutch went out completely. Looks to be the slave cylinder seal – but that’s me talking. Called the steady mechanic and he said he’d take a look. Parts look available locally. But she’s in the shop. Again.

    Luckily a coworker swooped over and picked up the boxes. That was the first of a few good things:

    Surprise surprise surprise. Where I broke down locality means finding a lighted parking area in case this game goes into overtime. Evenings can get sporty, these parts. I did have a monkey wrench in my hand. And I spilled a half bottle of DOT 3 on the ground through the hole in my clutch tubing. Bank parking lot. Guard comes out, all buff, turns out he’s a weight watcher of the barbell type. So I’m all handshakes and apologies. Then it occurs to me he’s just checking out the truck. Unbelievable.

    Guess what? He owns a vintage caddy. Low rider. Bounces. And not only does he share the delights of resto, but he tells me a new thing – didn’t know that due to bounce stress you need an extra frame rail or two underneath while she’s twerking. And, I found a pin stripe guy, local! Has his own rig he called a mobile pin stripe service. Fast, efficient, affordable. By the way – come on down to the cars and coffee. Most humble guy ever – casually mentions how he’s on the freeway other day going to show his auto.

    Guess what else? He's a model builder and loves the story behind Andre's Virtual MB which I bragged about having. Loves it - tells me all kinds of things about the model building world. Apparently it's a thing in restos - somebody printing a desktop version of your resto for you. Who woulda thunk it. Anyway - he appreciated all the effort made to be historically accurate on Andre's part. Said I got a keeper. I agree.

    Then AAA arrives and the guy loves him some bias ply tires. So it’s all good. Except this is always how it feels before the shop calls and says, “ … _ _ _ … ”

    To be continued. Enjoy the pics!
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