Speaking of car values and the lack thereof, this weekend Aardvark Jr was going to drive his '54 Jeep Willys to Charlottesville as part of our impending move. Given the nature of the vehicle and its top safe speed, he tends to like to make that trip in off hours. So on Saturday morning at 0330, I hear him and his buddy finishing his packing, which of course wakes the dogs, and so I go downstairs to see him of. He fires up the engine to its usual tremendous roar, hears an odd 'thunk' as he puts it in to reverse to get out of the driveway, and turns it off. Gets out and looks underneath to see that the drive shaft has become detached, and is laying on my driveway.
Thank god it happened there, I suppose. But hilariously, the beauty of this vehicle is that it's so damned simple that he actually spends the rest of the day jerry-rigging a solution. Thankfully though, discretion got the better part of valor, and he decided to wait to get the actual part before trying to make the return trip.