Glenn Saborosch
I bought my Jeep when I lived in Missouri off a small independent car lot just off of I-44. They had about a dozen Willys of various models except Jeepsters. All were in varying degrees of decay from rust and neglect. I was only interested in a CJ and at that time I didn’t know where to go for parts, so I picked the one with the best body. All these vehicles were towed in to the lot and sold in “as-is” condition. My little prize had some rust but not as much as the others. I previously owned two 1944 GPWs which I never attempted to fix up for lack of funds, but I was familiar with rust in Jeeps. So I brought my CJ home to my barn and there it sat until 2010. I married in ’09 to a woman that lived in South Carolina and planned to move there when I retired in 2011. This is when I acted on the resurrection of my toy. While my neighbor/mechanic was getting it together, some guy that was into Jeeps saw it in the shop and recognized it. He was a previous owner of my Jeep and he sold it to another man that had a whole field of Willys vehicles less than ten miles away. My guess is that the man with the field of Jeeps sold the whole lot to the dealer where I bought my CJ2A.
I was not interested in a restoration for this Jeep, just a safe decent little driver to putt around our trails or drive to the Piggly Wiggly for breakfast. I take it to ATHS and ATCA truck shows on a trailer behind my 1948 Chevy 1 ton flatbed. It looks like a poor stepchild next to all the restored trucks, but it gets a lot of attention.
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