My love for Willys started in the fifties on my grandfather’s farm in the tropics of Central America. I would start my Grandfathers CJ-3A with the foot starter, and it was part of the normal routine to drive through mud and cross rivers. At high tide the rivers would get a lot deeper, so sometimes we would have to wait for low tide to cross back over. I live in Hollywood now so I didn’t find her in a barn but in a used car lot. Mechanically she needed a whole lot of work. I found great people to help me restore her, and she’s a real beauty. She puts me right back where I was as a boy. I even put a coke bottle opener on her side like my grandfather had. He would have gotten a real kick out of that.