Celebrating half of a century of owning my CJ5

JABJEEP

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Sep 20, 2017
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Working on a jeep in North Prairie, Wisconsin
First Name
Jeff
Willys Model
  1. Wagon
  2. Pickup
  3. CJ
Willys Year:
  1. 1955
  2. 1958
  3. 1962
While my father bought our wagon in 1975, it was the family jeep, not yet mine; see my build thread https://www.oldwillysforum.com/forum/index.php?threads/project-ran-when-parked-58-wagon.31171/ for details. When I was a senior in High School, fifty years ago today, I bought my CJ5 from a gas station near Downtown Milwaukee. On the way home we took a detour through a semi-developed industrial park to get it "trail tested". Naturally, I got it high centered in a deep mud hole. The 4WD craze was in full swing, and being in sight of the freeway, several folks came down to help. All failed. One guy broke the end of his chain, (before straps were even a thing) and sent the hook flying. He gave up and left, and while we waited for another Good Samaritan, one of my friends found the hook in the mud. I still have that hook, properly attached to a proof-rated chain, but straps have replaced its use for vehicle recovery. Finally, a 4WD Chevy Malibu (conversion) was able to pull me out. None of the Good Samaritans asked for any compensation, and it wouldn't have done them any good anyway, because I had noting to offer. Partially as a result of that experience, I've never asked, or accepted, compensation for pulling someone out. I have a lot of good memories, but few pictures (other people took the pictures, and pre-iphone sharing wasn't so easy).

A day or two after the purchase, nice tires!
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Not shown in the picture, but the rear hatch was missing.
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It turns out it was a special order that was originally purchased by the Milwauke County Parks Dept. It came with special equipment like a rear PTO, T-98 4 speed, Trac-Lok rear, and that super cool fold out windshield that I stupidly traded away after I bought a higher glass model (I'm tall) with electric wipers. Oddly it also had a speedometer that registered in KM with miles in small numbers.
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It doesn't show well in the picture, but you could pass a vollyball through the hole left in the side after the spare tire was ripped off of the body. Another reason I hate side-mounted spares! It was covered over with sheet metal and thick paint when I bought it.
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The first transformation.
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No way was I using a side-mounted spare. I made my own tire/gas can carrier out of plumbing pipe salvaged from a dairy farm milking operation. Odd smells when welding galvanized pipe with milk residue in it!
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Looking good!
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Being completely disastisfied with the 4 cylinder, while my closest friend had installed a 327 in his CJ5, with lots of fitment issues, I decided that a V6 would be a good choice for me.
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Of course, with a Kenne-Bell hoped-up Buick V6 I could install some serious rubber in the form of 35" tall 14" wide Gumbo Monster Mudders! They almost negated the reason for the Warn overdrive on the highway, but still came in handy splitting gears to match trail speeds with my fellow club members (Badgerland TnT 4X4 Club, the oldest 4WD club in Wisconsin).
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If you've got the power, you tend to (ab)use it!
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For some reason, a few months after this picture was taken at the Silver Lake Sand Dunes in Michigan, I replaced the frame with one from a '74 CJ5. IT was 3" longer, but had swinging pedals and several other advantages over the '62 frame....like not constantly cracking behind the front spring hangers, near the middle of the frame.


I don't trail ride as much as when I was younger, but I do occasionally get out there;
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But more often that not, while waiting its turn on the project list for a fourth, and final make-over, it's relagated to work around the homestead.
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When I bought it, I proclaimed that I'd keep until I die. My high school buddies made the same proclamations about their vehicles, but as far as I know, I'm the only one who will even come close to keeping my promise.
 
No, as much as I enjoyed high school, my closest friends attended a different school and I lost touch with everyone from my high school almost immediately after graduation. I recently looked up a couple of former classmates out of curiosity, but I’m not curious enough to even see if there is a 50th reunion. I didn’t attend any of the previous reunions either.
 
No, as much as I enjoyed high school, my closest friends attended a different school and I lost touch with everyone from my high school almost immediately after graduation. I recently looked up a couple of former classmates out of curiosity, but I’m not curious enough to even see if there is a 50th reunion. I didn’t attend any of the previous reunions either.
I didn't hang around with most of my high school class and didn't attend my 50th either. But there are still about a dozen local "boys of 64" that I have coffee with once a month. A couple of them are die hard car guys, just no Jeeps.
 
I attended my 25th reunion in '92. It was fun & I enjoyed reconnecting with my high school friends but I too had closer friends that attended other schools. I was an outsider since I didn't participate in any school sports and I (gasp) rode a motorcyle! Those were rather frowned upon by most folks in my area when I was in school. Oh well....
 
What a great love-affair with a Jeep CJ.
I've often passed along a trend I noticed while growing up deer hunting with my dad in his '53 Willys pickup:
The old farts with well maintained Jeeps seemed to keep them a LIFETIME.
Therefore, I've told many people that my '77 Firecracker Red CJ-7 Renegade is a LIFETIME JEEP.
I've had a love affair with that CJ-7 since December of 1981, purchased from the original owner. There were no scrapes underside.

Hey, I liked those Gumbo Mudders on your CJ-5.
Big tires when aired down to 4-psi can traverse terrain with ease where skinny tires sink out of sight, or spin on the surface.

My wife and I were 4-wheeling up in the High Lakes Desolation Area one year in August, driving around on top of an average 5-foot snowpack.
I had the Armstrong Tru-Trac's aired down to 8-psi. Another couple came upon us as I was getting un-stuck, and the guy asked if they could join us for the day to assist each other. We had a blast crawling around the area on top of the snow. (summer-pack-snow).
Departing the area, we had to climb up a rise, and I kept spinning.
Along came a Local jeeper in a Landcruiser with 38-inch Dick Cepek's. The two guys were from Magalia, up above the town of Paradise, Ca..
The driver asked what tire pressure I was running, and I said 8-psi. He said that's not low enough, so drop to 4-psi !
Yessir, it was obvious those "Locals" knew their stuff, as they had no problems.
Ok, i dropped the tires to 4-psi, and the CJ-7 marched right up that incline like it was wearing KORK's (loggers boots with spikes).

After owning a particular Jeep for decades, a guy can dang-near work on it blindfolded, like an army Tank mechanic. _ LoL

I ran the Rubicon one year 1988 with the composite hardtop on the CJ-7. Of course, coming back out of the Rubicon Springs in reverse-direction towards the Loon Lake spillway entrance, I got too close to the big rock that we crawl around at the top of the Slabs climb.
The window glass of the top rubbed against that big rock about 6-inches, pushing the glass out of the rubber.
Following that year's Rubicon Challenge, I had a glass engraver write "Rubicon '88" above the scratch line.

My first Rubicon dent occurred 1984 (second year) while dropping the right front tire off of a rock coming down thru the Little Sluice-Box, which ruined the extruded aluminum Rocker Guard which was part of the Special Package of the Renegade option. I replaced it with a Greaser-made angle iron rocker protector / slider, which is still in place. _ _ _ If you look closely, there is several places with touch-up paint to "cover" trail scars over decades of fun.

I have a hunch my CJ-7 will live to see 50-years from my purchase date, but not so sure I may live to see the 50-th.

For the 40th class reunion of 1969, casual-dress night at the Pizza Pub, I wore what I did in high school, being cut-off Wrangler jeans, high-top Converse tennies, and a white t-shirt.
There was one guy who I didn't recognize, but he looked like Living-Hell. Upon asking another classmate who the guy was, he said "oh, that is Mike, who has been hooked on cocaine for decades, and manager of the local Golf Course. _ _ he is deceased since.
 
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