My first Jeep, a '76 Wagoneer, only survived a few months before it stalled in an intersection and some doltish person t-boned it because he "couldn't see it." Well, we all know how hard firecracker red wagoneers are to spot, but anyway...
Cut forward about ten years to now. Just purchased a '76 CJ-5 (AMC 360, still-undetermined 3-spd trans T-15? or T-150? or T-90?, 32x11.5 mud treads, and for whatever reason extra springs ammounting to a 1" lift and kidney-jarring ride) for the express purpose of never being satisfied with the mods I'd installed on it
Anyhoo, was out driving it testing out motor work I'd just completed when the U-joint just behind the transfer case decided to discombobulate. It looked like the yoke shackle had come loose just enough to allow the endcap for the one spider spindle to fly off into never-never land (I'm still getting used to these terms, forgive me if I'm misusing them... I may not know what they're all called, but I can point them out in a police lineup). The rear driveshaft seperated from the transfer case and started clunking like nobody's business. After careful consideration and debate, I stopped. Thinking quickly... well, rapidly, maybe... ok, not too fast at all... I decided I didn't want to leave the thing sitting without any lock to speak of, and no insurance yet, sitting on the side of the road. Luckily, I had a cardboard box and leatherman tool with me. So, burning my hands on the now-not-so-great-idea double exhaust, I layered up enough cardboard to serve as a perfunctory spidercap and slid the rear driveshaft back into place. Going in 4H with the front wheels doing most of the work, I was able to drive it the 5 miles back home.
I tried to relate my extreme self-satisfaction and backpatting to my wife, but she was just pissed that I was very late for dinner and incredibly greasy. So now you guys get to hear my blabber.
So, when was the first time you yourself felt like a real jeeper? Does this in any way compare?