Fun with machines.

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.