I was a navy guy. When I got out I drove truck, hauling lumber mostly, over the thirteen western states. My son, an Army guy, bought a 1986 M923 (just because the price was too good) and didn't have anywhere he could keep it in Los Angeles. I took one look at it and said, "I can put her up in my garage in Phoenix". It fits with 1/2 inch clear on the front bumper hooks.That was 2013. Time to take the old girl out and play.
I have a small home metal foundry. I melt bronze and aluminum.
1986 M923 with only 3,800 miles on her!
Fixing her up.
Taking her out.
Showing her off.
She's awful pretty.
"If you are ever traveling through time, and you see yourself coming from the other direction, DO NOT make eye contact."