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The truck saw some action this weekend – had it on display at the Florida Air Museum.
Hooray Florida!
On Saurday Dixie and I drove the M35A2 in the local Veteran’s Day parade. (Well, I drove and Dixie napped in the cab for the first half of the parade. . . . and then I started using the air horns.)
On Sunday I decided to take the little CJ-5 for a afternoon drive . . . . but upon inspection it had:
-a bunch of old books piled in the cab that Dixie wanted “out of the house,”
-mold growing on the inside of the top,
-a general patina of dust and grime from the coal-fired power plant.
It needed some TLC . . . I removed the top and gave it a thorough bleaching and scrubbing, washed the inside and out, and pitched the now-krinkled books into the waste can. But after the cleaning frenzy the bumper really looked bad . . . little bit of rust, layers of old paint, etc. I though to myself, “Self, a coating of spray-on truckbed liner sure would look good . . . I’ll just knock off a little of this loose paint and spay it up!”
And then this happened.
Yes, what was going to be a nice Sunday drive turned into a 4 hour grinding, sanding, masking and painting extravaganza! It really looks nice, but by the time I finished it was too late and dark for a picture of a black bumper to come out. More later.
Monday my dad and I played with our Tonka toys on the ranch. We are going back tomorrow.
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote “The Hokey Pokey” died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.