“Do I really need another Jeep project?” isn’t really the question, as the answer is obviously yes. The question should really be something like “Do I have time, energy, room, funds, space, and experience to devote to the project?” Most likely that answer would be no, but that still doesn’t stop a true Jeepaholic like me. If I ever win the lottery my compound will be littered with rusty hulks of awesomeness waiting to be resurrected to their former glory. Or maybe they would become yard art, or even just be started up and limped around a few feet every year. The sad truth is that is exactly what I do have, and no, I’ve never even come close to winning the lottery. Of course, I’m out of the aforementioned time, energy, room, funds, space, and experience, but that doesn’t stop me much.
That may be my affliction and addiction all rolled into one—Jeep collecting. In fact, it doesn’t much matter the size, age, cost, condition, or location of the beast, they all have their value, from a BRC to a JKU. The other day a Jeep neophyte asked me about a recent acquisition of mine. I showed him the photo like a proud poppa with his first-born baby in swaddling clothes. It was a 1959-ish Willys Wagon, resplendent in whitewash over some cool, old graphics hand-lettered on the original Glenwood Green paint. Perched upon the rescue trailer, it literally glowed in the waning light of the evening, reveling in its own glory. Then the new guy asked, “Does it run?”
Needless to say, I was at a loss for words. I understood where his newbie mindset was, but I had to guide him toward true nirvana—where the actual running of the Jeep was merely secondary to simply appreciating it. Why, we could MAKE it run by golly, with a can of ether and a good push-start! And as a matter of fact, I had driven it under its own Super Hurricane power onto the trailer. I steered it up the trailer ramps like a Mississippi River barge as the previous owner lay sprawled under the hood, dribbling gas down the carburetor while holding the battery cable on with his spare hand. Good thing the brakes worked.
In the end, the questions aren’t do I need another Jeep, or does it run. Those answers are a given. Of course I need more Jeeps, and it really doesn’t matter if it runs or not. The real questions are where will I find the time, energy, room, funds, space, and experience to go get that new project? It’s a real dilemma, but someone has to deal with it!