Last night at Happy Hour on the massive veranda of the Taj Mahal, thejeepjunkie finally came to the realizasion that he will never utilize that power take off he salvaged off a 1946 Willys CJ2A and told me to swing by thesungoddess's house, pick it up and put it on line for sale.
As these have a rather limited audience, ebay or craigslist isn't really the best place to get the highest dollar so I surfed these tubes for a few hours last night trying to find better sites to put it on.
willysforsale and
ewillys seem to be the two most promising.
So today this olelongrooffan finally got my sorry *ss out away from this laptop and dropped by thesungoddess's house to pick it up, along with a big black bag of aluminum cans to exchange for some shop supplies at a time to be determined in the near future. Well, the Kid was there getting ready to grill him up a steak and I was able to connive him into loading this rare artifact into the bed of my Indian. We chatted it up a bit about his latest engagement with Daytona Beach's finest and his mother's reaction to it. (It was not good!) Luckily thejeepjunkie has a few connections there and it appears all will be well. However this is strike three for the Daytona Cubs groundskeeper Kid and he knows it. Well, at least he's not smoking pot or doing other sh*t that this olelongrooffan and thejeepjunkie did back in the day.
Well this olelongrooffan bid the Kid adieu to enjoy his steak and beat it on down Nova Road to Metro PCS to keep myself in vocal communications with the outside world for another month. It's pretty cool there. They have this ATM like machine out front available to accept payments and it was utilized this day by this olelongrooffan. And Metro PCS is a pretty good deal. They
don't give away phones but my $47.00 per month gets me unlimited voice, texts, internet access and insurance. Oh yeah, and no contract. When I first switched to them after my move here from Slocala three years ago, they had limited coverage in just a few spots across the nation so I kept my Nextel for my
Road Trip For Mom. Now, however, they are pretty much nationwide so it's a pretty good deal and will come in handy should this olelongrooffan spend the month of July in
Denver.
After ensuring that this olelongrooffan has the capability to be in vocal contact with those near and dear to me, I headed over to thejeepjunkie's shop so this olelongrooffan could ascertain just what I had picked up from thesungoddess's backyard and the Kid's garage. Now I am fairly certain I have blogged
more than one time about thejeepjunkie's
ability to BS client relation skills with many different entities, both public and private.
Well, Counters, I have to tell you that when I turned the corner off of Seagrave,
where I had previously spotted this, and turned onto Bay Street, this olelongroffan spotted this parked in back lot of thejeepjunkie's shop.
Yes, that's correct. The mobile offices of the Grand Am Racing Series. It appears those who work for Jim France's organization choose to purchase their tires from thejeepjunkie's shop!
I have seen
this transporter on more than
one occasion but it was usually inside the gated confines of the pits out at the Daytona International Speedway but never out in the wild. It was a pretty cool sight, at least to this olelongrooffan.
So, now, I am off to these interwebs to determine the relative value of a sixty five year old archaic device that appears to be highly desirable. Well, should you own a Willys CJ2A or the like.
And Counters, seeing that transporter out in the wild and having a rare moment with the Kid really demonstrates the way this olelongrooffan likes to
Celebrate Life.
