This is “Elmo,” my ’54 Willys Pickup. Like many projects, it took two trucks to make one finished product. Now 29, I’ve owned one of the two since I was in high school and was always determined to make the time to restore it, but knew I needed a lot of missing parts. About two years ago I came across a really solid littermate listed on Craigslist that had been stored in a barn in Tennessee. Lacking engine and trans it was the perfect donor to kickstart what my wife calls “a real investment.” My son Emmitt and I spent a lot time on weekends and weeknights wrestling Willys parts and slowly piece by piece put it back together into one good truck. I let my little boy, who will be three soon, choose the truck’s name and color, which at the time was watching a fair share of sesame street. Our first trip together to our local Dairy Queen in “Elmo” is something I will never forget. Willys have always been in my family and I can honestly say that just like my dad I learned to drive in a CJ2A. Long live these pioneers. Thanks for all your help and advice through our restoration.