Fond Memories of Youth

Time is short as our cross country trip is rapidly approaching. So much to do, so little time. If purchasing an RV wasn't enough, I also bought an old jeep...a 1993 wrangler I think...you know, to tow behind the turd. I got a fixer upper, one with character and muscle (can you say cheap?). So along with planning for our expedition, purchasing items essential for our endeavour, I am also trying like hell to make sure this new money pit will be up to the task at hand. It needed a new this...and a new that...I have to replace this...and I have to replace that, when it is all said and done I should have bought new! I am going to file this in the "it must have sounded good at the time" file.

Let me give you a little bit of advise; don't let a romantic notion or a faulty memory fool you. By purchasing this Jeep I convinced myself that I was going to return back to the days of my youth, when as a boy I would work with my dad on his old truck. Now that I have this wonderful old clunker, I realize how little I actually remember about working on old cars and I am not even sure my dad had a truck. Hindsight being what it is, apparently the only meaningful thing that I have ever built with my hands were structures made entirely from beer cans, candy wrappers and playing cards. So much for fond memories.