Happens Every Time

Every so often I get a fire under my ass to sell my Jeep. For some reason lately that fire had started again. I was determined to sell it this time. Get it running and get it out of here. It's taking up too much space. I haven't used it in years. Someone else should take care of it and enjoy it.

I bought a battery, poured a little gas in the carb and it fired right up. Idled nicely all by itself. Sounded good. Felt good. I couldn't sell it.

I called Bill. He has a 79 CJ-5 we rebuilt after college. He was aware of my determination to sell this time. He also knew it wasn't going to happen. He promised we'd take them out this year - maybe even twice. We also schemed up a plan to store them (his and mine) at his parents place in Julian. That would give me the space I want and the convenience of using it without having to tow it everywhere.

So it stays.

For now.

- b