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DETAILS:
| stock number: | v37924 |
| location: | Phoenix, AZ |
| make/model: | Jeep CJ-7 |
| year: | 1980 |
| condition: | good |
| cylinders: | 8 cylinders |
| drive: | 4wd |
| fuel: | gas |
| odometer: | 500 |
| paint color: | black |
| title status: | clean |
| transmission: | manual |
| type: | other |
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or trade for a lifted crew cab truck with equal or greater testosterone.
Let me tell you a story.
It’s 1980. Ronald Reagan is cracking dad jokes on the campaign trail. AC/DC just dropped Back in Black. And deep in the American wilderness, God whispered into the wind:
“Build a machine that scares Priuses and seduces mountain lions.”
This Jeep is that machine.
What you’re looking at is a freshly resurrected CJ7, rebuilt with the spirit of a bald eagle and the bark of a chainsaw. Under the hood? A fresh Ford 302 Mustang motor with only 500 miles on it. Yes, you read that right—Ford power in a Jeep body. It’s controversial. It’s unholy. It’s absolutely freaking glorious.
Mated to a 3-speed that’ll make you feel like a stuntman in an ’80s action movie. Side pipes growl like a bar fight in a Harley dealership. You will absolutely wake your neighbors. And their ancestors.
She’s got a 4-inch lift and 35” tires that say: “I don’t follow trails—I make them.”
New U-bolts. New bushings. New brakes so you don’t die.
New Cypher bucket seats to cradle your manhood (or womanhood—we don’t judge, just buckle up). New Rear bench for your buddies, your dog, or your emotional baggage.
New racing harness seatbelts to keep your torso in place when life gets vertical.
Push-button start because keys are for minivans.
New wiring harness—because playing "guess the spark" was getting old.
New 15-gallon tank with sending unit, so now (once hooked up) the new gas gauge will tell the truth.
Soft doors and a bikini top for when she’s feeling flirty.
This Jeep doesn’t come with air conditioning, or cup holders or a stereo. What it does come with is the respect of grown men and the occasional thumbs-up from bearded strangers at gas stations.
or trade for something equally savage—lifted crew cab trucks only. No minivans. No Kia Souls. No “my mom said no” offers.
Come take it for a spin if you dare. Just know: once you drive it, your Tacoma will cry.
Local "in person" sale only, No stupid vin check scams, no I'm deployed i'm sending you a check including shipping and my brother will be by with floweres and a trailer for you...Just No...Oh and lowballs will be ignored. Thanks!
Let me tell you a story.
It’s 1980. Ronald Reagan is cracking dad jokes on the campaign trail. AC/DC just dropped Back in Black. And deep in the American wilderness, God whispered into the wind:
“Build a machine that scares Priuses and seduces mountain lions.”
This Jeep is that machine.
What you’re looking at is a freshly resurrected CJ7, rebuilt with the spirit of a bald eagle and the bark of a chainsaw. Under the hood? A fresh Ford 302 Mustang motor with only 500 miles on it. Yes, you read that right—Ford power in a Jeep body. It’s controversial. It’s unholy. It’s absolutely freaking glorious.
Mated to a 3-speed that’ll make you feel like a stuntman in an ’80s action movie. Side pipes growl like a bar fight in a Harley dealership. You will absolutely wake your neighbors. And their ancestors.
She’s got a 4-inch lift and 35” tires that say: “I don’t follow trails—I make them.”
New U-bolts. New bushings. New brakes so you don’t die.
New Cypher bucket seats to cradle your manhood (or womanhood—we don’t judge, just buckle up). New Rear bench for your buddies, your dog, or your emotional baggage.
New racing harness seatbelts to keep your torso in place when life gets vertical.
Push-button start because keys are for minivans.
New wiring harness—because playing "guess the spark" was getting old.
New 15-gallon tank with sending unit, so now (once hooked up) the new gas gauge will tell the truth.
Soft doors and a bikini top for when she’s feeling flirty.
This Jeep doesn’t come with air conditioning, or cup holders or a stereo. What it does come with is the respect of grown men and the occasional thumbs-up from bearded strangers at gas stations.
or trade for something equally savage—lifted crew cab trucks only. No minivans. No Kia Souls. No “my mom said no” offers.
Come take it for a spin if you dare. Just know: once you drive it, your Tacoma will cry.
Local "in person" sale only, No stupid vin check scams, no I'm deployed i'm sending you a check including shipping and my brother will be by with floweres and a trailer for you...Just No...Oh and lowballs will be ignored. Thanks!
Posted: Jun 19, 2025