This is where the path to owning a Unimog started. My dad sent me these three pictures of my mog that was, at that point in time, being sold by a GI on an Army base in Germany. I grew up in Germany and always liked mogs but I had forgotten all about them. But, I learned a lot about them very quickly and decided that if everything worked out, I wanted it. I guess it was about nine months later that we picked it up at the port in Charleston and started the disastrous trip home. But that''s another story. . .

Here''s an even earlier picture taken outside the local Unimog dealership in Würzburg, Germany

Here's a picture of the mog parked by an old fashioned crane on the banks of the Main River and another of me prepping the mog at the shipping depot.