It’s sometimes not what ya know, it’s who ya know. Such was the case with my most recent old-Jeep purchase. My buddy’s wife is a realtor. One day she called me out of the blue to say one of her clients 15 miles down the street from me needed to clear out an old long-wheelbase Willys. The only hitch was that I had just bought a non-running 1971 Jeep CJ-6 a week earlier, and it was still sitting on my trailer. Real Jeepers never say die, so after a few more phone calls and some assurance that the Jeep was a runner, I headed to his place with my towbar and a wad of cash.