Sunday, October 18, 2009

To The Rescue

So, last night this olelongrooffan feel asleep just after 9 pm and I awoke this chilly Sunday morning around 6:45 am. I got out of that California King and shuffled off to the living room of the Taj Mahal. I cranked up that massive stereo system and logged on to these tubes on the trusty olelaptop.

Around 9:30, I realized I was still a bit sleepy and headed back to the master suite and stretched out to "rest my eyes".

About 11, I get a call from thejeepjunkie wanting to know what I am up to. Not wanting him to think I am a total lazy *ss, I mention I was sitting on the front porch of the Taj Mahal. What are you doing jeepjunkie? Just driving up to your place and I look out one of the many front windows of the my place and I realize I am totally busted.

I head back to the master suite to get some clothes on as the Kid and thejeepjunkie come through the front door.

They were returning from a brief visit to finally finish up yet another Change Order riddled project up north of here.

As we sat around, I asked thejeepjunkie when he would be able to finish up a project for me, from which he was notariously AWOL from yesterday.

What about today?

How about 2? I asked.

Can we do it sooner?

Yeah, drop off the Kid, grab your tools and meet me back here.

And he did.

So we head down A1A to Killer Kay's place, a place where I tore up her kitchen last week, to meet up with Manuel Labor and finish up this olelongrooffan's nonsupervisory portion of that project.

thejeepjunkie performs flawlessly and then heads over to check out his "7". But before he leaves he tells me to pick up another bucket of sheet rock mud the next time I am out at the sponsor of the #48's car.

As that bigbox retailer is on the other side of town, every time this olelongrooffan, thejeepjunkie or TheGoodAttorney head out there, we always call the others to see what is needed.

Well, I needed a tad more baseboard for Killer Kay's kitchen so I headed across town to pick some up and a bucket-o-sheetrock mud for thejeepjunkie.

On my return to the Taj Mahal, I did a drive-by of the Kid's garage to deliver that mud, spent some time chatting up softball with the Kid's sister and the Kid relates that one of the hoons who rescued us last spring had gotten stuck yesterday afternoon and the Kid and thejeepjunkie were heading out in their Willys and Jeep to try and get him out.

As the Kid didn't invite me along, I decided to head out to the Taj Mahal and figure out something to blog about.

As I was leaving the Kid's subdivision, thejeepjunkie pulls up to that 4 way stop at the entrance and waits for me to arrive.

"Hey jeepjunkie"

"Hey longrooffan. Did you hear about the hoon in the silver Cherokee?"

"Yeah, the Kid told me."

"Wanna go with us?"

"Of course."

"Well come on."

And I am sure you Counters out there can figure out what I did.

So, as I didn't want to ride in one of their open air 4by4s, the olestationbus obediently got in line behind those 4by4s on the way To The Rescue of that hoon who rescued us.

We arrived out at the off roading acreage by I-95 and I got an image or two before we headed off into the woods on that elusive search of the stuck hoon.

These are a couple images of the 7th Jeep thejeepjunkie has had in his livery over the past couple years.

Now while he has had them in his livery, only two or three of them have made it to the driveway of the Kid's house.

"7" is housed at the home of the hoon's father and that is where thejeepjunkie got the eroneous information about the hoon still being stuck out in the woods.

It seems that although the hoon was stuck overnite, early this afternoon, a big *ssed truck came by and jerked that mud covered Cherokee out of the swamplands.

Well, the Kid gets a phone call while we are out in the woods looking around and he informed us in the yellow Willys that the hoons Cherokee is in the driveway of a friends getting his transmission cross member welded back in.

So, of course, we head over there and parked Down On The Street in front of thewelderdude's house.

This would be the Cherokee in question.

And this would be the monster truck that extracted that mud encased Cherokee from that swamp.

So, the Kid and thejeepjunkie, having a free afternoon from TheSunGoddess, are not ready to call it a day.

As we leave those extreme 4by4s, thejeepjunkie and the Kid are having a conversation at the stop sign at the end of the street and thejeepjunkie turns around and says follow us.

And, Counters, you know I did.

We headed down to Flomich Avenue and turned to the west heading toward that Eisenhour Highway System. Just prior to reaching it, this procession of vehicles, whose cumulative ages total 154 years, turn off into the woods.

If you click on this image, you will see this dry roadway heading off into a water covered section.

As thejeepjunkie and I were in the lead in Ole Yeller, we noticed the Kid was no longer following us. thejeepjunkie hits the reverse gear in his 1946 CJ2A and backs down that trail just in time to see the Kid backing up out of that rain covered Jeep trail.

He impishly states that there was a big drop off and I figured I should get out of there.

Wise decision young man.

Then we head out to "cross rut" some previously installed ruts in the middle of this big Mercedes Homes owned field.

We then head off on some unnamed trail behind the Kid.

This is thejeepjunkie and the Kid back at the "cross rut" location.

Of course,

thejeepjunkie had

to try

his hand at it also.

and he was successful

at it.

Then promptly hit a nearby mud puddle.

and enlarge this one to see that sh*teating grin on his face.

Yeah, liquid mud on top of the fender of that ole Willys.

Meanwhile, the Kid has to hit another mud hole.

And I have to say this about that.

It sure was fun to spend just a couple hours with the Kid and thejeepjunkie doing what

to all of us in just another way to

Celebrate Life.


Horse-farmer said...

Looks like the perfect place to bring my Little Big Mule and his little brother..
But then, I would have to wash them afterwards, and that would take all next week.
Glad you had fun.

word verify: fackshi

Found A Crazy Kid Shifting His..

oh forget it.

Bus said...

That 1963 Falcon Ranchero I emaile dyou that was on craigslist up here sold to the first guy who looked at it for 1050.00.

thank god it wasn't me.

d5thouta5 said...

i am just getting around to reading this....Tuesday nite...2 days after the the great rescue attempt....tonite the kid finally washed his jeep.....couple of days at school with a muddy jeep is a status symbol I guess....
word verifacation is 'reseck'

close enough to 'redneck to make me look twice...lot of fun...

thanks for tagging along Jon-Jon..

this is how CELEBRATE LIFE...!!!

with the kid....quality bonding time at it's peak.....