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So I been cleaning out my garage, right? And I looks into a box I been haulin' wit' me from the old Griesbach (in Edmonton) days, a box of schtuff that I never looked in for a long time 'cause it was supposed to be junk. And whats do I find?
Some cool stuff, that's for sure. Well, useless to me, but I'm sure it's all needin' a good home. Okay, I says, this is what I have left:
Brand sorta new no-miles-on-it uni-directional tire on a rim. Yes! And now for a limited time only, comes with the bolts to lock'er down, as well as the actual hub-wheel-cover thingy that the rim actually bolts to. I have NO idea what I'm talking about except you mechanical types will know the piece.
How about the tire wrench to loosen and tighten said bolts in the above-aforementioned tire? Think that might come in handy?
Big deal, right?
Big deal, you say? You might be right. Ain't the Iltis a fading memory?
BUT! But... there is one single item that stared (store?) us right in the face whenever we sat behind the wheel of the illustrious, much-belove-ed, and/or much-maligned Iltis.
One item that is unique in all the whole entire wide world.
One item, that, if spotted, absolutely SCREAMS ILTIS!
One item that, in the future, upon viewing, would result in INSTANT recognition and knowing nods of remembrance. And probably the initiation of endless war stories about what (or who) some of us did in the Iltis. Where we drove, who got trucker wings, what we hit, places we got stuck, mud-soaked hills we slid down absolutely out of control... you know... the typical stories that we laugh about NOW... that at the time may have been frantic, butt-clenching attempts at survival fighting the steering wheel, desperately slamming our feet down punching the gas pedal or brake through the floorboards in an endeavour to avoid a one-sided discussion with the RSM for reckless driving or destruction of Queen's Property.
We've all been there once (well, with the panicky sh**, not necessarily the I'm-in-sh** sh**).
Call it sentiment.
Call it nostalgia.
Call it proof for your civ-pure spouses, significant others, and other unbeliever family members that there just may be, after all, a bit of truth in those stories of ours about some of the stuff we've pulled and got away with.
You can heft a bit of that proof in your hands.
Yes... a limited time offer... said item has been secretly reallocated from the infinite abyss of the garbage landfill and is available in very limited numbers for those that EARNED the right (and survived) to hold a piece of Canadian Military History in their very own hands.
If thou thinks that thou is worthy of such a treasure, hurry NOW to reserve your piece of history. This offer will not be repeated or offered to anyone else.
Trust me.
Remember what the speedometer looked like? Canst thou still picture it in thy mind?
I have two. First come first served. Heck, I'll even ship it to ya.
Cheers!
Some cool stuff, that's for sure. Well, useless to me, but I'm sure it's all needin' a good home. Okay, I says, this is what I have left:
Brand sorta new no-miles-on-it uni-directional tire on a rim. Yes! And now for a limited time only, comes with the bolts to lock'er down, as well as the actual hub-wheel-cover thingy that the rim actually bolts to. I have NO idea what I'm talking about except you mechanical types will know the piece.
How about the tire wrench to loosen and tighten said bolts in the above-aforementioned tire? Think that might come in handy?
Big deal, right?
Big deal, you say? You might be right. Ain't the Iltis a fading memory?
BUT! But... there is one single item that stared (store?) us right in the face whenever we sat behind the wheel of the illustrious, much-belove-ed, and/or much-maligned Iltis.
One item that is unique in all the whole entire wide world.
One item, that, if spotted, absolutely SCREAMS ILTIS!
One item that, in the future, upon viewing, would result in INSTANT recognition and knowing nods of remembrance. And probably the initiation of endless war stories about what (or who) some of us did in the Iltis. Where we drove, who got trucker wings, what we hit, places we got stuck, mud-soaked hills we slid down absolutely out of control... you know... the typical stories that we laugh about NOW... that at the time may have been frantic, butt-clenching attempts at survival fighting the steering wheel, desperately slamming our feet down punching the gas pedal or brake through the floorboards in an endeavour to avoid a one-sided discussion with the RSM for reckless driving or destruction of Queen's Property.
We've all been there once (well, with the panicky sh**, not necessarily the I'm-in-sh** sh**).
Call it sentiment.
Call it nostalgia.
Call it proof for your civ-pure spouses, significant others, and other unbeliever family members that there just may be, after all, a bit of truth in those stories of ours about some of the stuff we've pulled and got away with.
You can heft a bit of that proof in your hands.
Yes... a limited time offer... said item has been secretly reallocated from the infinite abyss of the garbage landfill and is available in very limited numbers for those that EARNED the right (and survived) to hold a piece of Canadian Military History in their very own hands.
If thou thinks that thou is worthy of such a treasure, hurry NOW to reserve your piece of history. This offer will not be repeated or offered to anyone else.
Trust me.
Remember what the speedometer looked like? Canst thou still picture it in thy mind?
I have two. First come first served. Heck, I'll even ship it to ya.
Cheers!
