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I don't get it. Trespassing? Hardly.
Edit: OK, I see that someone has purchased the land and closed it off. Great. How nice for him. While I respect his right to his private property, and understand that idiots have trashed some of the area, it still sucks that it's now closed off. Glad I got to see it when it was open. Rather than close it off, why not do like the ranch owner near lake pleasant and leave it open but "monitored"?
murf
Lifer
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yeah, I agree. When we went there for the OCt '14 ROTM there was absolutely no signage stating private property or no tresspassing.
https://forum.ih8mud.com/threads/alternate-run-of-the-month-october-cochran-coke-ovens.819994/
Well, it's since been purchased and closed off. After some interweb detective work, found this:
http://www.virtualjeepclub.com/showthread.php?85503-Coke-Ovens-with-the-new-owner-11-15-14
and this:
http://www.virtualjeepclub.com/showthread.php?86991-2015-Coke-Ovens-cleanup-photos
Great pics, interesting info. And an Apache Helicopter!
http://www.virtualjeepclub.com/showthread.php?85503-Coke-Ovens-with-the-new-owner-11-15-14
and this:
http://www.virtualjeepclub.com/showthread.php?86991-2015-Coke-Ovens-cleanup-photos
Great pics, interesting info. And an Apache Helicopter!
Living in the Past
SILVER Star
If your go further west around seven from Morristown there was a area on State Land leased by Phoenix Four Wheeler. At one time they held the oldest off road event there. It was a $1 a year lease with the provisions they made improvements and was open to everyone. Guessing around twenty years ago went out there, gate was closed and guard there to turn people away on weekends. State I guess sold the land with no notice. A common friend of Dave G (LCWizard) and mine was member of the club. Dave probably knows more of the history. When he lived in the west valley he spend a lot of time out there. As I remember he did some field testing on his FJ40 roll cage on a certain hill.
The Ovens have been privately owns as long as I have known about it. The owners have asked for years not to trespass.
From VJC -
Coke Ovens with the new owner 11-15-14
Drove the new owner of the Coke Ovens out to the property today for a site assessment with his fencing contractor. It is his intention of restoring the fence and re-installing the gates to maintain his private property. We were there for a couple of hours today and there were probably 30 different rigs that ran through while we where there. Listening to the owner dialogue with the trespassers was interesting to say the least.
From VJC -
Coke Ovens with the new owner 11-15-14
Drove the new owner of the Coke Ovens out to the property today for a site assessment with his fencing contractor. It is his intention of restoring the fence and re-installing the gates to maintain his private property. We were there for a couple of hours today and there were probably 30 different rigs that ran through while we where there. Listening to the owner dialogue with the trespassers was interesting to say the least.
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The first time I saw the house my wife would of spent the night in it. Same thing with the building they removed when Martinez was closed. Some people kids,
splitshot
Head cook, Bottle washer, and Peace keeper.
Merle Haggard at the Fox theater this Thursday. Tickets reserved.
Our musical genre is all mixed up, he has always been on the bucket list to see in person.
Excellent concert and venue...
Downtown garage, we parked next to one of the cleanest 62's I've seen to date with historical plates. Anyone from here?
Tucson must be Toyota 4x4 heaven. Yesterday driving around and at several locations, saw:
1st Gen "Hilux" 4x4: 3 (in various states of repair, but one was a VERY clean longbed in tan)
FJ40: 1 (green, no top)
80 series: 6 (yes, 6 and 3 of them were tricked out) Even a couple of white ones (all driven by girls
)
100 series: 1 (and it was tricked out with MTRs, flat black hood, lifted, ARB bumper...)
1st Gen 4Runner: 2
2nd Gen "Hilux" body style 4x4s, at least 4
FJ55: 1
No pics but sheesh. I like Tucson more every time I go there.
1st Gen "Hilux" 4x4: 3 (in various states of repair, but one was a VERY clean longbed in tan)
FJ40: 1 (green, no top)
80 series: 6 (yes, 6 and 3 of them were tricked out) Even a couple of white ones (all driven by girls
)100 series: 1 (and it was tricked out with MTRs, flat black hood, lifted, ARB bumper...)
1st Gen 4Runner: 2
2nd Gen "Hilux" body style 4x4s, at least 4
FJ55: 1
No pics but sheesh. I like Tucson more every time I go there.
murf
Lifer
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- #295
Chungas revenge has his own 76 fj40 facelift thread on the 40 board here > https://forum.ih8mud.com/threads/76-fj40-face-lift.847362/page-12
He tells a colorful story on post 225 that bears repeating here. If you want some laughs, its worth the read...
...After a quick trip to the grocery store I headed out to pick up some sanding paper/primer/paint at the local parts store. Managed to sand and prime all but one of the mounts. Tall/driver side mount is currently in the lab undergoing a "dot 3" treatment. I did however, run into some of the "local wild life" in the parking lot.
I had just shut my door and fired up the FJC when from out of nowhere, a herd of young "Kankle-dons" came lumbering over to my truck. "Hey Shugga, need ya car washed" the larger of the "Stay-puft" juveniles asked. Apparently, the local chapter of "JR Miss Weight watchers" was sponsoring a field trip to Pizza Hut and the DNR had failed to post a warning..."No thanks ah, girls!?" I managed... "Ahh cCome on shugga it's only five doll-lazz" she crooned, and placed a ham size forearm on my window seal. I watched nervously as the remaining gaggle of pubescent "chunk-o-saurs" began to assemble in front of my Toyota, effectively cutting off any plans I had for a hasty retreat. Before I could back over the parking barrier and take my chances with the oncoming traffic, the wind shifted. I watched the young "biscuit cub" as her nostrils began to flare , searching greedily for the fresh sent. To late, little "miss grain fed" caught wind of my grocery bag lying exposed in the passenger seat and asked "You hav-en to a bahh-bba-kkuue", she said nodding at my groceries. "Ah no ah, well yeah, maybe latter" I replied shoving two rib-eyes deeper in the bag and rolling up the passenger window.
A thin sheen of perspiration began to glaze her cheeks and forehead as her stubby little fingers began to clench and unclench uncontrollably. She licked her lips unconsciously and peered unwaveringly through my window at a large bag of "Ruffles" sitting unprotected on the seat beside me.."Aye liiikkke bbbah-baa-kuuueee" she murmured slowly in a trance like state. I had seen this look before down at the Chinese buffet at lunch time. Sensing immediately that she was on the verge of a feeding frenzy and may, without provocation, come through the door at any second, I worked feverishly for a solution. Maybe a diversion? I could toss an empty pizza box out the window to throw her off the scent. "No" I reasoned, with her hunger induced reflexes poised to propel her like a masticating meat missile through my open window, I'd never pull it off. I quickly executed the one option I had remaining. Instinctively I reached for some cash. I pulled out a ten dollar bill from my wallet and pushed it toward the window...
She may have been on the verge of gnawing through my arm to get at my can of "Grillen beans" but, she was a card carrying member of the "Y" chromosome club. Knowing a fresh ten spot would transfix her and render her virtually immobile (like turning a shark on it's back), I dangled the money out the window.
Immediately mesmerized by the new found "prey", she instantly stopped salivating and zeroed in on "Alexandr Hamilton". Rhythmically, I moved the money back and forth cautiously in front of her narrowing eyes, like a snake charmer on a hissing cobra.
"Thank you sweetheart, but I just washed the car myself. But, I would like to contribute ten dollars to your field trip". She may have looked like an Appalachian Umpa-Lumpa but she had the hand eye coordination of a striking pit bull. Snatching the money from my hand, she let loose a train whistle size squeal and yelled, "Hey Momma, I got ten dollas".........
Momma? Oh God no!!..How could I have forgotten!!?? The one singular cardinal rule of the black top car wash is, where there's a throng of little beef-a-rillos shaking down parts store customers, "momma(s)" are sure to be grazing nearby. I should have known by the smoking grill, battered coolers and the half dozen or so mini vans parked side by side in the corner of the parking lot that this little 200lb "Tader-Tot" had a mother!! . I had wandered into the kill zone. I must be loosing my edge.
I looked in my side view mirror just long enough to catch a glimpse of a bleach blonde, bipedal, moo-moo clad "Denzian of the drive through" lurch up from her reinforced reclining camp chair. Her sudden movement must have spooked the other "Hipp-a-mums" as they broke cover and began, one by one, stampeding toward me. Having momentum, and the laws of gravity on her side, the matriarch of this "Dunken Doughnut" fueled throng cleared the pack still carrying a 64 oz big gulp and dragging the remains of a partially eaten caribou carcass.
As the sun eclipsed through my windshield, the herd of little "Burger King Babies" cleared my front bumper and waddled over to see what all the commotion was over...This was my moment. As my training kicked in I quietly dropped the gear shift into drive. Stealthily I nudged the gas, and nonchalantly headed for the exit. Slipping onto the main road, I raised my hand and returned the furious waives and nodded, in mute recognition to the lumbering horde of "Wilda-babes", now ponderously making its way to the edge of the parking lot. "Momma", dropping the caribou carcass, raised a bear paw sized hand to her enormous jowl and yelled "ttthhhaaannkkk Yoouu Sirrrr"....
Sighing deeply at my close call, I patted the still cool steaks and nosed my FJC down the mountain and headed back to base...
Just not safe outside the wire anymore......
All these things are true and happened just the way I described it. Anyway, that's the way I remember it..
He tells a colorful story on post 225 that bears repeating here. If you want some laughs, its worth the read...
...After a quick trip to the grocery store I headed out to pick up some sanding paper/primer/paint at the local parts store. Managed to sand and prime all but one of the mounts. Tall/driver side mount is currently in the lab undergoing a "dot 3" treatment. I did however, run into some of the "local wild life" in the parking lot.
I had just shut my door and fired up the FJC when from out of nowhere, a herd of young "Kankle-dons" came lumbering over to my truck. "Hey Shugga, need ya car washed" the larger of the "Stay-puft" juveniles asked. Apparently, the local chapter of "JR Miss Weight watchers" was sponsoring a field trip to Pizza Hut and the DNR had failed to post a warning..."No thanks ah, girls!?" I managed... "Ahh cCome on shugga it's only five doll-lazz" she crooned, and placed a ham size forearm on my window seal. I watched nervously as the remaining gaggle of pubescent "chunk-o-saurs" began to assemble in front of my Toyota, effectively cutting off any plans I had for a hasty retreat. Before I could back over the parking barrier and take my chances with the oncoming traffic, the wind shifted. I watched the young "biscuit cub" as her nostrils began to flare , searching greedily for the fresh sent. To late, little "miss grain fed" caught wind of my grocery bag lying exposed in the passenger seat and asked "You hav-en to a bahh-bba-kkuue", she said nodding at my groceries. "Ah no ah, well yeah, maybe latter" I replied shoving two rib-eyes deeper in the bag and rolling up the passenger window.
A thin sheen of perspiration began to glaze her cheeks and forehead as her stubby little fingers began to clench and unclench uncontrollably. She licked her lips unconsciously and peered unwaveringly through my window at a large bag of "Ruffles" sitting unprotected on the seat beside me.."Aye liiikkke bbbah-baa-kuuueee" she murmured slowly in a trance like state. I had seen this look before down at the Chinese buffet at lunch time. Sensing immediately that she was on the verge of a feeding frenzy and may, without provocation, come through the door at any second, I worked feverishly for a solution. Maybe a diversion? I could toss an empty pizza box out the window to throw her off the scent. "No" I reasoned, with her hunger induced reflexes poised to propel her like a masticating meat missile through my open window, I'd never pull it off. I quickly executed the one option I had remaining. Instinctively I reached for some cash. I pulled out a ten dollar bill from my wallet and pushed it toward the window...
She may have been on the verge of gnawing through my arm to get at my can of "Grillen beans" but, she was a card carrying member of the "Y" chromosome club. Knowing a fresh ten spot would transfix her and render her virtually immobile (like turning a shark on it's back), I dangled the money out the window.
Immediately mesmerized by the new found "prey", she instantly stopped salivating and zeroed in on "Alexandr Hamilton". Rhythmically, I moved the money back and forth cautiously in front of her narrowing eyes, like a snake charmer on a hissing cobra.
"Thank you sweetheart, but I just washed the car myself. But, I would like to contribute ten dollars to your field trip". She may have looked like an Appalachian Umpa-Lumpa but she had the hand eye coordination of a striking pit bull. Snatching the money from my hand, she let loose a train whistle size squeal and yelled, "Hey Momma, I got ten dollas".........
Momma? Oh God no!!..How could I have forgotten!!?? The one singular cardinal rule of the black top car wash is, where there's a throng of little beef-a-rillos shaking down parts store customers, "momma(s)" are sure to be grazing nearby. I should have known by the smoking grill, battered coolers and the half dozen or so mini vans parked side by side in the corner of the parking lot that this little 200lb "Tader-Tot" had a mother!! . I had wandered into the kill zone. I must be loosing my edge.
I looked in my side view mirror just long enough to catch a glimpse of a bleach blonde, bipedal, moo-moo clad "Denzian of the drive through" lurch up from her reinforced reclining camp chair. Her sudden movement must have spooked the other "Hipp-a-mums" as they broke cover and began, one by one, stampeding toward me. Having momentum, and the laws of gravity on her side, the matriarch of this "Dunken Doughnut" fueled throng cleared the pack still carrying a 64 oz big gulp and dragging the remains of a partially eaten caribou carcass.
As the sun eclipsed through my windshield, the herd of little "Burger King Babies" cleared my front bumper and waddled over to see what all the commotion was over...This was my moment. As my training kicked in I quietly dropped the gear shift into drive. Stealthily I nudged the gas, and nonchalantly headed for the exit. Slipping onto the main road, I raised my hand and returned the furious waives and nodded, in mute recognition to the lumbering horde of "Wilda-babes", now ponderously making its way to the edge of the parking lot. "Momma", dropping the caribou carcass, raised a bear paw sized hand to her enormous jowl and yelled "ttthhhaaannkkk Yoouu Sirrrr"....
Sighing deeply at my close call, I patted the still cool steaks and nosed my FJC down the mountain and headed back to base...
Just not safe outside the wire anymore......
All these things are true and happened just the way I described it. Anyway, that's the way I remember it..
splitshot
Head cook, Bottle washer, and Peace keeper.
Reminds me of the good 'ol days in Puerto Penasco when the little kids with buckets of muddy water and squeegee's and adorable adolescent smiles would ambush and douse the windshield, before you could utter "Vemos Buena!" (We see good). Block after block it went on till we parked my friends wife on the hood who was fluent and she promised them something, if it were pro or con I have no idea, but it worked.
splitshot
Head cook, Bottle washer, and Peace keeper.
I am curious who hacked my phone?
I am getting bombarded with junk calls. Area codes; 202, 703, 714, 000, (strange 000,000,000), 850, 631,770,702, and UNAVAILABLE. Add posted on Craigslist?
I am getting bombarded with junk calls. Area codes; 202, 703, 714, 000, (strange 000,000,000), 850, 631,770,702, and UNAVAILABLE. Add posted on Craigslist?
