When I was 17 and driving around my Dad's hand me down 84 Toyota pickup with rust holes you could put your head through I decided I wanted an old Jeep. I really can't remember the series of decisions that landed on Dad and I driving 3 hours to look at an old Postal Jeep in Philly. I wanted it but was terrified of the thing with the shaky front end and leaking master cylinder. My father, oddly being the braver man at the time, drove it home while I drove the family van following. At a stop at an I-95 rest area he also demonstrated in the parking lot two things (1) that the old Jeep can REALLY GO FAST and (2) that beside the other idiosyncrasies to be worked out the throttle would stick. When I bought her she had a black paint job and silver wheels. this was over the clown paint job of it's former life as a 'Water Ice' truck. Must be a Philadelphia thing. Everywhere else I go they just call it Italian or Shaved Ice. 'Water Ice' seems both redundant and pedantic... I drove it in black for a while and then decided to make her Rustoleum blue and stencil on "McHales Postal Service" and "USN". When I parked it I'd hang a life ring from the mirror. It brought a lot of attention at the car show and blue grass festival in Deale, MD that year. After bringing her home the next few months saw a new master cylinder, new wheel cylinders, new king pins and nylon bushings on the front axle and a host of other minor things. I drove her as a primary car for a couple of years and decided I wanted a 4x4 so I went back to my other roots and got an 84 Toyota pickup, 4x4 this time. But that's another story. The Jeep stayed around and in fact was used for parts runs for the pickup quite often. I then got married and the Jeep was used less and less, we were poor so it was parked with the insurance and registration dropped. And it was parked for fifteen years! This year I decided to resurrect the old girl. So two new (used) tires to replace the two worst on the Jeep so she would at least roll into the trailer was followed by some fresh gas, replacing the condenser points which had corroded into an art project and tearing the carb halfway apart to clean it enough to make things go. On November 30th 2019 Rattletrap moved under her own power! And left a murder scene in my driveway as I realized the transmission cooler lines are as porous as a screen door. I travel a lot for work so much of December nothing happened but ordering parts off the internet. But that's changing now. Pictures and more of the story in the next post.