"Manifolds and the Missionary Position!"

[Andrew Hicks]

I am very seriously trying to sell a very fine jeep which awaits a buyer in my Surin village.

I hate selling cars as there are often time wasters, missionaries included, but if you'd like to know what I'm talking about, please read on. 

Pictures of the jeep are on my blog at www.thaigirl2004.blogspot.com.

Enjoy!

Andrew


"Manifolds and the Missionary Position"

This is to tell the world that I’m putting an important literary artifact up for sale.

When it’s a Cadillac once owned by Elvis Presley, the auction prices go sky high.  And that’s despite the fact Elvis never sang about his cars and he had hundreds of them and gave them away as presents.

I’m now selling my beloved jeep and it’s sure to go quickly as it’s quite a famous jeep.  As an important member of our Thai family, it has three chapters all to itself in, “MY THAI GIRL AND I’, the book about ‘how I found a new life in Thailand’.

In the chapters, ‘Love Me, Love My Jeep’ and ‘The Black Jeep of the Family’ I tell the entranced reader how my own obsessive jeep syndrome and the mai pen rai attitude of local mechanics placed a severe strain on our marriage.  ‘Not Crossing Borders’ is how my love affair was rekindled when I had a new four speed gear box fitted… my love for the jeep that is. 

And in ‘The Jeep Strikes Back’ I tell the story of how when carrying a ton or two of illicit timber at dead of night, the prop shafts fell into the road with a crash leaving me with a serious conundrum… either to flee the scene, abandoning the jeep and my marriage, or to keep pushing and risk twenty years in a Thai jail.

This chapter ends with the comment that despite all the problems it’s given me, I’ll never sell my jeep, but that, “after this book’s published, I’ll never be able to sell it anyway”.

Coupled with its special place in literature, the practical side for buyers though, is that the extensive restoration work done on a vehicle has never been so thoroughly and publicly documented.  The lucky buyer will therefore receive a bundle of bills for work done amounting to sixty or seventy thousand baht… and of course a valuable signed copy of the book.

The problem selling an old jeep round here in Surin is that no Thai farmer will buy it except for peanuts as it’s really a toy for an eccentric farang, and there are very few of these nearby.  In Pattaya or Chiang Mai, it would sell very fast.  Here it’s more difficult.

I have to admit that I have sold the jeep once already, just that the buyer never actually gave me the money.   He was very, very keen to buy it, as would be any discerning petrol-head, and he couldn’t wait to come up here to Isaan and collect it.  But he kept making veiled references to needing it for work and getting the agreement of his partner abroad, which had me a little perplexed.  I suggested it mightn’t be the most practical vehicle for daily business use but this only strengthened our mutual trust and regard.

We thus continued our extensive email exchanges in which he asked for more photos, and I told him the engine and gearbox were from a Nissan Turbo Diesel, that all the clutch and brake systems were modern Japanese, that rarely had we gone beyond our local market town for spares and that in the course of four years’ daily use I’d replaced and overhauled almost all the moving parts of the damned thing except the air con and the door hinges because it doesn’t have any. 

I told him it’s got some new tires, a new battery, radiator core, shocks, rear diff, universal joint and that there’s a nice little compass and temperature gauge that tells you which way you’re pointing and why you’re feeling so damned hot.  My distant buyer was pleasant and positive and we became good email friends.

Clearly he was smitten by the jeep, a price was agreed sight unseen and we kept in close contact literally for months.  Until one day I received an email in which he admitted the purchase was not entirely in his control because it wasn’t his own money he was spending. 

He was, he said, a missionary!

All my doubts about the jeep’s suitability as a serious workhorse were now dispelled.  Clearly this was an ideal car for a missionary.  It would make him highly visible to his flock.  It would be like a donkey doing God’s transportation work, the self-mortifying, ‘sack cloth and ashes’ equivalent of comfortable modern transport.  There could be no manifold sins and wickedness here… no mia noi would ever be seen dead in this car!

Furthermore, I’ll admit that on my journeys in the jeep I’ve sometimes prayed.  For him the power of prayer would surely get him there and if not, he’d have the chance to meet and perhaps convert the many souls he’d asked to push him home.

He’d also told me that he was very happy to work on the mechanics of the car himself, so I could imagine him up to his elbows in its innards, sorely tested and trying not to blaspheme in the name of the Lord.  And he would often find himself lying on his back underneath it… in what I might call ‘the missionary position’.

Needless to say he never came up with the money, so now the jeep’s back on the market and I’m hoping someone, missionary or otherwise, will want to buy it.

‘It’s a good little bus.  I’d stake my life on it.’  (A quote from a First Year contract case whose name I’ve forgotten as it was forty years ago.)  And I’m sure the first to see will buy.  Despite the jeep’s limitations, the right buyer will have lots of fun with it… as the actress almost certainly said to the sado-masochistic bishop!

I’m not sure if I’m cut out to be a salesman, but I do still love my jeep and it’s been a great car for posing in.  Apart from taking unscheduled holidays, it’s done good service for us over several years.  Having a much longer load base than the original Willys jeep, it has carried many tons of cement, sand and stone, pigs, a heavy spirit house and 100 kilo sacks of rice.  Once returning from a funeral we had seventeen passengers on board, so it can be a really useful car on local runs.  The key to enjoying it is having a good mechanic nearby or being one yourself.  And if you have a wife and you want to keep her, she’ll have to be the tolerant kind.

When I first bought the jeep, the previous garage owner/enthusiast had just done a full body off restoration, fitting the new engine and other systems and the problem was that it hadn’t had a proper post-rebuild shake-down before he sold it to me.  This coupled with a plague of mai pen rai mechanics meant quite a few tribulations, but I hope it’s now sorted just in time to sell, probably for about half what it’s cost me so far.

It’s never been raced or rallied, has had no elderly lady owners, and was never owned by Elvis Presley, though Lamyai, his biographer’s wife keeps asking about buying it.  And there’s a genuine reason for sale.  I’ve got a nice new Toyota Pickup which has made the jeep totally redundant.

In the first week of December I’ll be in Cambodia, going cross country from the Surin border to Angkor Wat, but I’ll be keen to field your enquiries at arhicks56@hotmail.com.  The jeep is in our village in Surin province so you’ll have to come here to look at it there when I get back.

This isn’t a joke and I do want to sell it.  But I’ll be sad to see it go.  Honest! 

Andrew Hicks

[dave the dude]

Congratulations Andrew. You win the 'Longest Advert Ever' award 
Nice Jeep BTW! 

Should this not go in the classified section,Admin??

[Andrew Hicks]

Congratulations Andrew. You win the 'Longest Advert Ever' award 
Nice Jeep BTW! 

Should this not go in the classified section,Admin??

As you say, it's a bit more than a classified. 

I hope members will enjoy reading it here.

Andrew

               (Why's he saying 'fish, fish, fish?')

[Admin]

Congratulations Andrew. You win the 'Longest Advert Ever' award 
Nice Jeep BTW! 

Should this not go in the classified section,Admin??

As you say, it's a bit more than a classified. 

I hope members will enjoy reading it here.

Andrew

               (Why's he saying 'fish, fish, fish?')

Definitely maybe yes, but than again, He did write a story here, so..   

 

[3100034]

I am very seriously trying to sell a very fine jeep which awaits a buyer in my Surin village.

I hate selling cars as there are often time wasters, missionaries included, but if you'd like to know what I'm talking about, please read on. 

Pictures of the jeep are on my blog at www.thaigirl2004.blogspot.com.

Enjoy!

Andrew

"Manifolds and the Missionary Position"

This is to tell the world that I’m putting an important literary artifact up for sale.

When it’s a Cadillac once owned by Elvis Presley, the auction prices go sky high.  And that’s despite the fact Elvis never sang about his cars and he had hundreds of them and gave them away as presents.

I’m now selling my beloved jeep and it’s sure to go quickly as it’s quite a famous jeep.  As an important member of our Thai family, it has three chapters all to itself in, “MY THAI GIRL AND I’, the book about ‘how I found a new life in Thailand’.

In the chapters, ‘Love Me, Love My Jeep’ and ‘The Black Jeep of the Family’ I tell the entranced reader how my own obsessive jeep syndrome and the mai pen rai attitude of local mechanics placed a severe strain on our marriage.  ‘Not Crossing Borders’ is how my love affair was rekindled when I had a new four speed gear box fitted… my love for the jeep that is. 

And in ‘The Jeep Strikes Back’ I tell the story of how when carrying a ton or two of illicit timber at dead of night, the prop shafts fell into the road with a crash leaving me with a serious conundrum… either to flee the scene, abandoning the jeep and my marriage, or to keep pushing and risk twenty years in a Thai jail.

This chapter ends with the comment that despite all the problems it’s given me, I’ll never sell my jeep, but that, “after this book’s published, I’ll never be able to sell it anyway”.

Coupled with its special place in literature, the practical side for buyers though, is that the extensive restoration work done on a vehicle has never been so thoroughly and publicly documented.  The lucky buyer will therefore receive a bundle of bills for work done amounting to sixty or seventy thousand baht… and of course a valuable signed copy of the book.

The problem selling an old jeep round here in Surin is that no Thai farmer will buy it except for peanuts as it’s really a toy for an eccentric farang, and there are very few of these nearby.  In Pattaya or Chiang Mai, it would sell very fast.  Here it’s more difficult.

I have to admit that I have sold the jeep once already, just that the buyer never actually gave me the money.   He was very, very keen to buy it, as would be any discerning petrol-head, and he couldn’t wait to come up here to Isaan and collect it.  But he kept making veiled references to needing it for work and getting the agreement of his partner abroad, which had me a little perplexed.  I suggested it mightn’t be the most practical vehicle for daily business use but this only strengthened our mutual trust and regard.

We thus continued our extensive email exchanges in which he asked for more photos, and I told him the engine and gearbox were from a Nissan Turbo Diesel, that all the clutch and brake systems were modern Japanese, that rarely had we gone beyond our local market town for spares and that in the course of four years’ daily use I’d replaced and overhauled almost all the moving parts of the damned thing except the air con and the door hinges because it doesn’t have any. 

I told him it’s got some new tires, a new battery, radiator core, shocks, rear diff, universal joint and that there’s a nice little compass and temperature gauge that tells you which way you’re pointing and why you’re feeling so damned hot.  My distant buyer was pleasant and positive and we became good email friends.

Clearly he was smitten by the jeep, a price was agreed sight unseen and we kept in close contact literally for months.  Until one day I received an email in which he admitted the purchase was not entirely in his control because it wasn’t his own money he was spending. 

He was, he said, a missionary!

All my doubts about the jeep’s suitability as a serious workhorse were now dispelled.  Clearly this was an ideal car for a missionary.  It would make him highly visible to his flock.  It would be like a donkey doing God’s transportation work, the self-mortifying, ‘sack cloth and ashes’ equivalent of comfortable modern transport.  There could be no manifold sins and wickedness here… no mia noi would ever be seen dead in this car!

Furthermore, I’ll admit that on my journeys in the jeep I’ve sometimes prayed.  For him the power of prayer would surely get him there and if not, he’d have the chance to meet and perhaps convert the many souls he’d asked to push him home.

He’d also told me that he was very happy to work on the mechanics of the car himself, so I could imagine him up to his elbows in its innards, sorely tested and trying not to blaspheme in the name of the Lord.  And he would often find himself lying on his back underneath it… in what I might call ‘the missionary position’.

Needless to say he never came up with the money, so now the jeep’s back on the market and I’m hoping someone, missionary or otherwise, will want to buy it.

‘It’s a good little bus.  I’d stake my life on it.’  (A quote from a First Year contract case whose name I’ve forgotten as it was forty years ago.)  And I’m sure the first to see will buy.  Despite the jeep’s limitations, the right buyer will have lots of fun with it… as the actress almost certainly said to the sado-masochistic bishop!

I’m not sure if I’m cut out to be a salesman, but I do still love my jeep and it’s been a great car for posing in.  Apart from taking unscheduled holidays, it’s done good service for us over several years.  Having a much longer load base than the original Willys jeep, it has carried many tons of cement, sand and stone, pigs, a heavy spirit house and 100 kilo sacks of rice.  Once returning from a funeral we had seventeen passengers on board, so it can be a really useful car on local runs.  The key to enjoying it is having a good mechanic nearby or being one yourself.  And if you have a wife and you want to keep her, she’ll have to be the tolerant kind.

When I first bought the jeep, the previous garage owner/enthusiast had just done a full body off restoration, fitting the new engine and other systems and the problem was that it hadn’t had a proper post-rebuild shake-down before he sold it to me.  This coupled with a plague of mai pen rai mechanics meant quite a few tribulations, but I hope it’s now sorted just in time to sell, probably for about half what it’s cost me so far.

It’s never been raced or rallied, has had no elderly lady owners, and was never owned by Elvis Presley, though Lamyai, his biographer’s wife keeps asking about buying it.  And there’s a genuine reason for sale.  I’ve got a nice new Toyota Pickup which has made the jeep totally redundant.

In the first week of December I’ll be in Cambodia, going cross country from the Surin border to Angkor Wat, but I’ll be keen to field your enquiries at arhicks56@hotmail.com.  The jeep is in our village in Surin province so you’ll have to come here to look at it there when I get back.

This isn’t a joke and I do want to sell it.  But I’ll be sad to see it go.  Honest! 

Andrew Hicks

is this the scirpt for the movie epic!

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[dave the dude]

is this the scirpt for the movie epic!

Finally, I agree with you on something,here 

Chck dee

Dave

[TBWG]

I am very seriously trying to sell a very fine jeep which awaits a buyer in my Surin village.

I hate selling cars as there are often time wasters, missionaries included, but if you'd like to know what I'm talking about, please read on. 

Pictures of the jeep are on my blog at www.thaigirl2004.blogspot.com.

Enjoy!

Andrew

"Manifolds and the Missionary Position"

This is to tell the world that I’m putting an important literary artifact up for sale.

When it’s a Cadillac once owned by Elvis Presley, the auction prices go sky high.  And that’s despite the fact Elvis never sang about his cars and he had hundreds of them and gave them away as presents.

I’m now selling my beloved jeep and it’s sure to go quickly as it’s quite a famous jeep.  As an important member of our Thai family, it has three chapters all to itself in, “MY THAI GIRL AND I’, the book about ‘how I found a new life in Thailand’.

In the chapters, ‘Love Me, Love My Jeep’ and ‘The Black Jeep of the Family’ I tell the entranced reader how my own obsessive jeep syndrome and the mai pen rai attitude of local mechanics placed a severe strain on our marriage.  ‘Not Crossing Borders’ is how my love affair was rekindled when I had a new four speed gear box fitted… my love for the jeep that is. 

And in ‘The Jeep Strikes Back’ I tell the story of how when carrying a ton or two of illicit timber at dead of night, the prop shafts fell into the road with a crash leaving me with a serious conundrum… either to flee the scene, abandoning the jeep and my marriage, or to keep pushing and risk twenty years in a Thai jail.

This chapter ends with the comment that despite all the problems it’s given me, I’ll never sell my jeep, but that, “after this book’s published, I’ll never be able to sell it anyway”.

Coupled with its special place in literature, the practical side for buyers though, is that the extensive restoration work done on a vehicle has never been so thoroughly and publicly documented.  The lucky buyer will therefore receive a bundle of bills for work done amounting to sixty or seventy thousand baht… and of course a valuable signed copy of the book.

The problem selling an old jeep round here in Surin is that no Thai farmer will buy it except for peanuts as it’s really a toy for an eccentric farang, and there are very few of these nearby.  In Pattaya or Chiang Mai, it would sell very fast.  Here it’s more difficult.

I have to admit that I have sold the jeep once already, just that the buyer never actually gave me the money.   He was very, very keen to buy it, as would be any discerning petrol-head, and he couldn’t wait to come up here to Isaan and collect it.  But he kept making veiled references to needing it for work and getting the agreement of his partner abroad, which had me a little perplexed.  I suggested it mightn’t be the most practical vehicle for daily business use but this only strengthened our mutual trust and regard.

We thus continued our extensive email exchanges in which he asked for more photos, and I told him the engine and gearbox were from a Nissan Turbo Diesel, that all the clutch and brake systems were modern Japanese, that rarely had we gone beyond our local market town for spares and that in the course of four years’ daily use I’d replaced and overhauled almost all the moving parts of the damned thing except the air con and the door hinges because it doesn’t have any. 

I told him it’s got some new tires, a new battery, radiator core, shocks, rear diff, universal joint and that there’s a nice little compass and temperature gauge that tells you which way you’re pointing and why you’re feeling so damned hot.  My distant buyer was pleasant and positive and we became good email friends.

Clearly he was smitten by the jeep, a price was agreed sight unseen and we kept in close contact literally for months.  Until one day I received an email in which he admitted the purchase was not entirely in his control because it wasn’t his own money he was spending. 

He was, he said, a missionary!

All my doubts about the jeep’s suitability as a serious workhorse were now dispelled.  Clearly this was an ideal car for a missionary.  It would make him highly visible to his flock.  It would be like a donkey doing God’s transportation work, the self-mortifying, ‘sack cloth and ashes’ equivalent of comfortable modern transport.  There could be no manifold sins and wickedness here… no mia noi would ever be seen dead in this car!

Furthermore, I’ll admit that on my journeys in the jeep I’ve sometimes prayed.  For him the power of prayer would surely get him there and if not, he’d have the chance to meet and perhaps convert the many souls he’d asked to push him home.

He’d also told me that he was very happy to work on the mechanics of the car himself, so I could imagine him up to his elbows in its innards, sorely tested and trying not to blaspheme in the name of the Lord.  And he would often find himself lying on his back underneath it… in what I might call ‘the missionary position’.

Needless to say he never came up with the money, so now the jeep’s back on the market and I’m hoping someone, missionary or otherwise, will want to buy it.

‘It’s a good little bus.  I’d stake my life on it.’  (A quote from a First Year contract case whose name I’ve forgotten as it was forty years ago.)  And I’m sure the first to see will buy.  Despite the jeep’s limitations, the right buyer will have lots of fun with it… as the actress almost certainly said to the sado-masochistic bishop!

I’m not sure if I’m cut out to be a salesman, but I do still love my jeep and it’s been a great car for posing in.  Apart from taking unscheduled holidays, it’s done good service for us over several years.  Having a much longer load base than the original Willys jeep, it has carried many tons of cement, sand and stone, pigs, a heavy spirit house and 100 kilo sacks of rice.  Once returning from a funeral we had seventeen passengers on board, so it can be a really useful car on local runs.  The key to enjoying it is having a good mechanic nearby or being one yourself.  And if you have a wife and you want to keep her, she’ll have to be the tolerant kind.

When I first bought the jeep, the previous garage owner/enthusiast had just done a full body off restoration, fitting the new engine and other systems and the problem was that it hadn’t had a proper post-rebuild shake-down before he sold it to me.  This coupled with a plague of mai pen rai mechanics meant quite a few tribulations, but I hope it’s now sorted just in time to sell, probably for about half what it’s cost me so far.

It’s never been raced or rallied, has had no elderly lady owners, and was never owned by Elvis Presley, though Lamyai, his biographer’s wife keeps asking about buying it.  And there’s a genuine reason for sale.  I’ve got a nice new Toyota Pickup which has made the jeep totally redundant.

In the first week of December I’ll be in Cambodia, going cross country from the Surin border to Angkor Wat, but I’ll be keen to field your enquiries at arhicks56@hotmail.com.  The jeep is in our village in Surin province so you’ll have to come here to look at it there when I get back.

This isn’t a joke and I do want to sell it.  But I’ll be sad to see it go.  Honest! 

Andrew Hicks

is this the scirpt for the movie epic!

Hi

If it ever gets to the big screen I would like to nominate myself for the role of sado-masochistic bishop!

TBWG