In, or about 1965, the Government ordered all decommissioned
M151-A1s to be
cut in half. The reason for this was to keep it from
the general public.
The independent all wheel suspension made it hazardous
above 35 MPH.
It had a tendency to flip over on curves.

| After two years of fastidious searching, the Colonel finally located Me, a fine candidate for reconstruction. He and his side-kick " Th' Swabby " drove to Arkansas to pick up and transport me back to what he lovingly refers to as his Motor Pool. | |
| From the looks of it, the timing was perfect. we didn't know at the time, but this would be the last 2 weeks before the winter weather came to stay. We would've had to wait until springtime to make the trip there safely. |
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| Although I was cut in half when I was decommissioned, Gary, (the Colonel ) and Walt, ( the Swabby ) had me tied, strapped & chained down to the trailer so much that I didn"t lose any parts on the way to Kansas. So, here we are at the motor pool. | |
| The ugly scar just in front of Walt's arm is
where the government cut me from side to side. Soon, I'll get to meet the
rest of Garys' group of Jeeps. I can't wait to become friends with them
and join the festivities at
auto shows, parades and convoys. I know it'll be quite a while till all my cuts & bruises are repaired and I get a new paint job, but I'm still eager to get started! |
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| Wow! They don't waste any time at the Motor
Pool! After a pressure wash, it's up on jackstands for a complete under-body
inspection
and check the brakes & running gear. So far, so good! Now we move over to the body repair area and strip off my hood, wind shield, fuel tank, seats and whatever else gets in the way of joining me back together. |
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| Passed the compression test, a somewhat
brief electrical test and started my engine for what must be the first
time in years! I coughed out so much crud from my exhaust pipe, you'd think
I had a family of bats
living in the muffler. By golly, I sounded good, real good ( even if I do say so myself ). |