Restoring a 1958 Willys CJ5 with My Friend Jack—and Learning That Life’s Best Lessons Come With No Heater, No Radio, and No Gas Gauge
In the summer of 1976, my dad handed me the keys to more than just a car. Parked in our backyard was a hulking pile of rust and hope: a 1958 Willys CJ5 Jeep that had spent years as a forgotten relic in a Waltham, Massachusetts junkyard. He’d bought it for $100 , a bargain even then, and made me a promise: “Fix it, and it’s yours.”
What followed was a year-long odyssey of grease-stained hands, blown budgets, and a friendship forged under the hood. And when it finally roared to life on my birthday in May 1978—painted fire engine red thanks to leftover paint from Dad’s canoe—it became my first car, my weekend project, and my rolling classroom.
A Little History: The Legend of the Willys CJ5
The 1958 Willys CJ5 wasn’t just any Jeep—it was a descendant of the iconic Willys MB , the WWII workhorse that became the blueprint for all modern SUVs. By the late 1950s, the CJ5 had evolved into a rugged civilian rig, known for its simplicity, durability, and go-anywhere attitude.
And it wasn’t just outdoor enthusiasts who loved them. The U.S. Army , the Forest Service , the Park Service , and yes—even the U.S. Postal Service —used CJ5s (and their military predecessors) for everything from rural mail delivery to off-road patrols. Its boxy frame and bulletproof 4-cylinder engine made it perfect for rough terrain, and surplus models often trickled down to private buyers after their service years.
Dad’s theory? This particular Jeep had likely spent its early life as a postal vehicle, bouncing along dirt roads in New England before being retired to a life of neglect. How he found it in a Waltham garage for just $100 is a mystery—maybe the owner was tired of its rust, or maybe he saw a teenager’s spark in Dad’s eyes. Either way, it was mine to save.
The “School of Hard Knocks” (a.k.a. My Backyard)
The Jeep coughed to life on my birthday in May 1978, right as disco took over the radio and gas prices spiked. It became my first car—and my first teacher.
Cross-Country Lessons in Reliability (and Humility)
For two years, that Jeep was my ticket to everywhere. I drove it to high school, up to Rockland, Maine , and down to Atlanta, Georgia , where it stubbornly refused to quit despite dodging potholes and questionable decisions.
But let’s be honest—it was not luxurious.
- No gas gauge? Nope. I learned to track mileage and keep a mental note. I ran out of gas more times than I can count, which meant hitchhiking to the nearest station with an empty gas can.
- Hand-crank windshield wipers? Absolutely. Rainy days were workout sessions.
- No air conditioning? We just took the top down and hoped for a breeze.
- No heater? Blankets on the seat and hopes for a warm day.
- No radio? I rigged up an old cassette player and played Fleetwood Mac on repeat.
Why the CJ5 Still Matters
Today, pristine 1958 CJ5s fetch tens of thousands at auctions. But mine? It was never about the resale value. It was about the thrill of turning a $100 hulk into a machine that carried me across state lines and into adulthood.
When I sold it in 1980 to help pay for college, I didn’t cry—though I did pocket one last souvenir: the dipstick , which still sits in my desk drawer. Every time I see it, I remember the smell of oil, the feel of a cold windscreen, and the sound of that engine sputtering back to life after yet another breakdown.
It reminds me of the times I had to hitchhike for gas, the nights we worked until sunset trying to get the carburetor right, and the joy of driving something we built ourselves.
Final Thought
Somewhere out there, another kid is staring at a rusty project car, wondering if it’s worth the trouble. I’d tell them what Dad told me:
"Start with what you’ve got. Finish what you begin. And don’t forget to enjoy the ride."
Because sometimes, the best memories aren’t made in comfort—they’re made in a red Jeep with no heat, no radio, and a whole lot of heart.
Author’s Note: If you ever meet Jack Martin, ask him about the time we "repaired" a fuel line with a garden hose. Spoiler: It did not end well. 🚙💨
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