My grandfather bought this Willy’s CJ-5 in 1963 as a utility vehicle for his property in Mattituck, Long Island. Down to the beach, through the corn fields and into town, this little red powerhouse would carry my grandparents, my mother and aunts as they moved on from the big family house. When I was a young kid in the mid 1970s I drove my first few feet (on my dad’s lap) behind her wheel, coming to a stop on top of a fence. No harm done. Years later when my grandparents moved to Florida for, the Jeep went to my older sister and her husband — good thing, too, as he put years of work into bolstering the Jeep and maintaining it. Twenty years of Maine winter driving – no problem. Finally it’s my turn. I took ownership and responsibility last year, and have loved every minute, as have my boys. Looking forward to many more years driving “the red jeep” down through the family line.