[SEL] OT Willys Overland project.

[Orrin Iseminger]

Mike, IMHO, your post should become an instant classic.   When I finally got
over my spell of ROTFLMAO, I dusted myself off and forwarded it to everyone
in my address book. 

Best regards, 

Orrin

Orrin Iseminger
Colton, Washington, USA
http://users.moscow.com/oiseming/lc_ant_p/menu.htm
So many projects.  So little time.   

-----Original Message-----
From: sel-bounces at lists.stationary-engine.com
[mailto:sel-bounces at lists.stationary-engine.com] On Behalf Of Mike Royster
Sent: Monday, January 14, 2008 6:55 PM
To: The SEL email discussion list
Subject: Re: [SEL] OT Willys Overland project.

It's worth it.  I am still driving the 1948 Willys Jeep my dad and I rebuilt

when I was 15-16.  I'll never forget it and I learned a lot that serves me 
today.

I learned even more from my brother Steve working on cars.  Such as how to 
cuss, throw wrenches into the cotton field, but the best ever was the time 
he was drilling with my dad's 1/2 inch B&D drill, it only turned 600rpms and

was massive.  Once you let go of the trigger, it took a good 30 seconds for 
it to wind down.  One fine summer day Steve was working on his "hot rod" 
1946 Ford Coupe, drilling new holes in his revamped fenders when something 
went wrong, very wrong.  Before he knew it, his cotton blue jeans were 
caught up in the bit, and it was peeling his jeans off him like a cook on an

onion.  He was screaming bloody murder and dancing all over the carport like

his feet were on fire.  He was trying to get the trigger lock off as it 
started at his cuff and was slowly working its way toward the "nether 
regions."  He was screaming and dancing and I was paralyzed with fear, joy 
and utter amazement all at once.  In that one millisecond, God had turned 
the tide and time and I was getting my revenge.  All those years of ass 
whoopins I had received by his hand,  all those ass whoopins I had received 
by my father where Steve had convinced him I was the one that did whatever 
Steve got away with, ahhhhh yes, fate was smiling now, no not just smiling, 
laughing out loud!  Well I wanted to help him, but I was frozen with fear 
and then I was on my back laughing so hard I could not breathe!

  When I finally regained my breath and composure, there stood my older 
brother drill in hand, jeans completely torn off, and a big red stripe up 
his leg, ankle to ass, ending where the sun don't shine!  Boys and girls, it

don't get no better than that!  If you ever see me and I ain't smiling, it's

a rare sight and I can tell you why.  Some folks are never happy about the 
past, or what might have been, but me, I had a great child hood.  And the 
day the Black and Decker drill ate the pants off my brother Steve, it's just

one tooth on the cog that made life with Steve a never ending adventure.  No

kidding, it's good to be me!  Stay tuned, who knows what will trigger yet 
another "memory with Steve!!!!!"

MR