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.