That sound you hear is a 304 V8 roaring to life after a couple of years marooned in the back of a driveway. A splash of gas in the carb, a jumpstart from a highly excited Honda Passport, and a cloud of white smoke produced from the tailpipe marked its triumphant return to the land of the (mostly) running. I confirmed that it shifted into gear and pulled it forwards and backwards, making it a viable candidate for purchasing.
So, this weekend, we will return to sign over the title and take delivery of the rig and all its associated parts. There’s a brand-new poly gas tank and skidplate with my name on it, and we should have a clean rallye steering wheel for Mr. Scout.