Ded De Arizona
If you follow my previous rants and raves, you know what a DED Tour is. If not, then I have to explain that it has nothing to do with the Grateful Dead band, nor does it have to do with any antilife group. DED stands for Dirt Every Day, an epic journey in a clapped out old 4x4 over various terrains designed to not let us accomplish our objective. That objective is to get another well-worn vehicle with a unique history and incredible patina to reside in my backyard with the other survivors of DED Tours. My buddy David Freiburger usually recounts these epic journeys in these pages, and it looks like he will again.
This year's objective: A mint (to us) clapped-out CJ-3A in Phoenix, which hasn't run down the road since the mid-'90s. A friend of mine had bought it with a buddy and some good intentions back then, but it has been languishing ever since. It has a flathead six swapped into the engine bay, and the best part is he said it "ran when it was parked." Heck, if that isn't a challenge, I don't know what is. DED delight. Since then they have fiddled a bit with it but now just want it to go to a good home. Luckily, if it makes it back to California on its own power, it will join my other flatties on the Flatty Farm, indeed a good home. David and I will get there somehow, fix whatever it needs to become somewhat roadworthy, and then hit the trail back to California.?>
Usually I don't tell people beforehand about a DED Tour, as it may get jinxed and never happen, but as we move into the wheeling season I have numerous other events I need to attend, not to mention getting crackin' on the 2010 Ultimate Adventure location and preruns. As you read this, the DED tour will be over, as will the Moab Easter Jeep Safari. I will have selected the UA location and called all the potential UA winners, all of which means that planning this month is paramount. But as I say, you can't think with a clear head if you don't go wheeling enough to clear the cobwebs out.
That's what this DED de Arizona will be, a clean-wheeling sweep across the desert that clears the head as well, even if it is at 45 mph down an old two-track between sagebrush and saguaros. Mmmm, I can't wait!