Front Clip

First line of business, remove front clip and all wires and plumbing from engine. This went smoothly. The Bumper was a bit of a pain, I can guarantee only one thing about how I am going to put this thing back together and that is that the new and improved Jeep with contain no Torx head bolts! When I am finished building the jeep I am going to ceremoniously throw my Torx sockets into the rubbish.
Next I removed the seats and console as well as the carpet... Ah another surprise (not) floors rusted out.

Out of the Garage and into the bakery

My family ran a bakery for 25 years. The Bakery was built in our back yard, and since my parents retired the building has been slowly falling down. In the spring I intend to tear it down to make way for my sister to build her house. In the meantime, its an awesome spot to start work on the Jeep. Since the JY was stored in an unheated, leaking, gravel floored garage, the thing has continued to rust for the past 7 years, and the engine is seized solid. So, to get it into the Bakery, we had to first get it out of the garage. The garage had a hand dug pit for working on the underside of vehicles, however the years haven't been kind to this either and it has collapsed. Of coarse the jeep fell partially into the hole when we were trying to bolt on some tires in preparation for towing. Eventually it came out and when it did, it rolled down the driveway gaining speed. I pushed on the break and herd a spiffft sound... what a surprise, break lines rusted as well! Ajay had to ram me with the 4Runner to stop the rusting hulk from taking out my mothers deck.
The 4Runner easily pulled the jeep into the Bakery, up over our ramps and here it sits ready to be dismantled.

History

Bought in 1991 and used to get my drivers license that same year the poor vehicle was then abused for 9 years. Two blown engines, one blown clutch and a flying leap into a ditch off an icy back road. This coupled with with 4 trips from St. John's to Ottawa, some solo and some with brave company, this Jeep earned the name Ichy Ass Sally after Farley Moat's boat in his book, "The Boat who wouldn't float"; Farley's boat would begin to sink when it would sail west, but returned east, toward home, effortlessly. My JY was no different. As soon as I would take it out of the driveway and point it towards Ottawa, pieces would fall off and motors would blow. I never had a hitch on my return journeys.
Many good times were had in the Jeep, and this blog will chronicle the progress as I transform this rusting hulk into a formidable off road beast.