OlYellr
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Twas the Night Before Christmas (2024)
’Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage,
Sat Ol Yellr, my off-road mirage.
Most tools returned in the tool box with care,
In hopes that Yellr soon wouldn’t need repair.
The leaf springs, those devils, caused @RevISK & me to bemoan,
Mine chewing Yellr’s hangers like a dog with its bone.
Military wraps gouged Yellr’s hangers deep,
I growled, “Thought this Customer Service was limited to Jeeps.”
When out on the drive, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the creeper to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, I stumbled and swore,
Slipping on sockets I’d left on the floor.
The shop light on Yellr, with new springs from hell,
Made me question my sanity (and finances as well).
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But workbench, with eight tiny gears.
With a driver so rugged, his beard wild and thick,
I knew in an instant… this WASN’T Saint Nick.
Rus grinned as he saw my old truck and its plight,
And shouted aloud with a laugh full of might.
Rus was dressed in a shop shirt, greasy and smudged,
And his face bore the look of a man never budged.
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
And he dove into fixing with skills I did lack.
The springs were inspected, their wraps so unkind,
Rus just chuckled, “Not hard to unwind!”
More rapid than spanners, the tools they all came,
And Rus whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Snap-On! Now Crescent! Now MIG and torch flame!
On Breaker Bar! Grinder! Let’s repair this frame!
From the bottom of the frame, to the gas tank’s repair,
Now weld away! Grind away! Spark through the air!”
With a grinder he worked, cutting wraps clean away,
Then shored up the hangers so they’d last many a day.
The frame now was solid, the gas tank secure,
OlYellr’s reborn! Yellr’s spirit made pure.
Discarding metal chunks with a wink and a grin,
A modified set of springs and a tank that won’t thin.
The frame he inspected, declared it a feat,
Then hopped in his Land Cruiser, his work complete.
As Rus drove off, he called, “Keep that 40 alive!
It’s not just a truck; FJ40’s are the spirit that drives!”
May your Cruiser roll true on the next mountain height,
Happy Holidays to you, and to all a good a good night.
Have a great celebration, however you do it!
B
’Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage,
Sat Ol Yellr, my off-road mirage.
Most tools returned in the tool box with care,
In hopes that Yellr soon wouldn’t need repair.
The leaf springs, those devils, caused @RevISK & me to bemoan,
Mine chewing Yellr’s hangers like a dog with its bone.
Military wraps gouged Yellr’s hangers deep,
I growled, “Thought this Customer Service was limited to Jeeps.”
When out on the drive, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the creeper to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, I stumbled and swore,
Slipping on sockets I’d left on the floor.
The shop light on Yellr, with new springs from hell,
Made me question my sanity (and finances as well).
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But workbench, with eight tiny gears.
With a driver so rugged, his beard wild and thick,
I knew in an instant… this WASN’T Saint Nick.
Rus grinned as he saw my old truck and its plight,
And shouted aloud with a laugh full of might.
Rus was dressed in a shop shirt, greasy and smudged,
And his face bore the look of a man never budged.
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
And he dove into fixing with skills I did lack.
The springs were inspected, their wraps so unkind,
Rus just chuckled, “Not hard to unwind!”
More rapid than spanners, the tools they all came,
And Rus whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Snap-On! Now Crescent! Now MIG and torch flame!
On Breaker Bar! Grinder! Let’s repair this frame!
From the bottom of the frame, to the gas tank’s repair,
Now weld away! Grind away! Spark through the air!”
With a grinder he worked, cutting wraps clean away,
Then shored up the hangers so they’d last many a day.
The frame now was solid, the gas tank secure,
OlYellr’s reborn! Yellr’s spirit made pure.
Discarding metal chunks with a wink and a grin,
A modified set of springs and a tank that won’t thin.
The frame he inspected, declared it a feat,
Then hopped in his Land Cruiser, his work complete.
As Rus drove off, he called, “Keep that 40 alive!
It’s not just a truck; FJ40’s are the spirit that drives!”
May your Cruiser roll true on the next mountain height,
Happy Holidays to you, and to all a good a good night.
Have a great celebration, however you do it!
B
