A True "Jeep Girl"
After so many months of working on the restoration of Dad’s Jeep it was finally ready for a test run. I’d managed to take the rusting hulks of two, 1946 classics and pull them into one beautiful ride and I wanted to make sure it was running well before I delivered it into his care. Hearing the nearly 70-year-old engine roar to life after she’d sat silent for the better part of 30 years was magical, silent for nearly a generation I was hearing sound that few still living had ever heard. Anxious to give it a test run in the fields behind the house, I hoisted Bethany up into the passenger seat. I knew there was no way that she’d ever be able to see enough to navigate over the intricate steps and side cowl of the vehicle so I did a lift-and-toss maneuver like you’d do trying to get an old dog into the back of a truck. At 140 pounds my “hoist” was more of a flailing as legs, feet and arms went in six different directions. I finally managed to get her butt over the side cowl a