A fellow selling a complete set of tires for my 5-ton, posted an additional advert for a 2002 M998 HMMWV in my preferred, very basic 2-man configuration for a very affordable price.
In frustration, I sent the ad to my wife and said "This is the cheapest one I've seen in 3 years of searching. I would have bought this instead of the 5-ton. Oh well."
I wasn't looking to buy it. I figured that was the end of the conversation. A few minutes later, I got an email back from the Power Ranger that said "It's cute! For me?"
Uh wait, what? What the hell just happened here?
Over the next few days, I got some details about the truck and had a serious discussion with the Ranger. She seriously wanted it, no joke. I insisted that she ride up with me to test drive it for herself instead of relying on me to decide if she'd really like it. She drove it, she loved it, so I bought it for her.
It's in decent shape. Brakes are excellent, transmission is excellent. Engine starts from cold iron in 25F degrees at the flick of the starter switch. Tires are great. New military batteries. Working cab heat. The whole vehicle will get a total fluid purge and replacement. 1-2 minor electrical gremlins. Needs new canvas.
I drove it home 82 miles without a hitch. It was loud and raw, just like I remember. At 45 mph, it's actually quite pleasant to drive. At 55-60 mph, it's like "Is this trip really necessary?" There is nothing beyond 60 mph.
Her intended use is occasional pleasure drives, occasional drive to work (9 miles) and picking up dirty stuff like soil and mulch for the house and garden rather than trashing her squeaky-clean Subaru that I just paid to have exquisitely detailed. It will NOT be a daily driver.