Lets see they probably remember egging me into going through the mud by telling me they'll wash the FJC when we get home. Then they remember sitting in the back of the FJC eating their lunch at the ranger while I hosed all the mud out of the radiator so I could get home without over-heating. Then they probably remember the beautiful summer day when we got home from Frank Raines. So beautiful a day it was that they went swimming. They probably also remember me cleaning the FJC with the ramps and pressure washer. To be a kid again...
Why am I not surprised that you would wear a poncho while washing the FJ.
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Tim Scully previously said:
I was thinkin the same thing. I can totally see you under there with a tooth brush scrubbin the mud off of it
I thought someone might be amused by that picture. BTW, thank my wife for taking the pic. She thought it was soooo funny as well. Funny how things change, now it's a poncho and a can of rustoleum flat black.
Lets see they probably remember egging me into going through the mud by telling me they'll wash the FJC when we get home. Then they remember sitting in the back of the FJC eating their lunch at the ranger while I hosed all the mud out of the radiator so I could get home without over-heating. Then they probably remember the beautiful summer day when we got home from Frank Raines. So beautiful a day it was that they went swimming. They probably also remember me cleaning the FJC with the ramps and pressure washer. To be a kid again...
Where is Todd when we need him? That picture is dieing for some photo chop!