As an eight-year old, playing with my toys, I parked my Jaguar under and in the semi-trailer in which I also lived. Sixty-four years later, here's where my childhood aspirations have lead me.
1982 Steyr-Puch Pinzgauer 712 Think of it as a HumVee for the rest of the world. Built in the same little town in Austria that Arnold came from, the Pinzgauer platform has been used by a dozen armies around the globe. You don't see many because they don't have any DOT or EPA certifications, so they can't be imported into the USA until they are 25 year-old antiques. Army trucks seem to attract missile strikes, or they get pushed off mountainsides, or, like any other daily driver, they just wear out. So this one is a survivor.
Under the doghouse is a 2.5 liter, air-cooled, in-line four that, at first glance, looks like it could have come out of a VW or a Porsche. Purpose-built for low-end lugging, the engine redlines at 4500 RPM
There are many Pinzgauers...
But this one is mine. Seen frolicking with stablemates.
About the same time the Pinzgauer was rolling off the assembly line in Austria, I was digging my 1971 GMC Jimmy out of a crappy... wait, I still own it and I'm still throwing money at it. More later.