Recently, we sold our '85 GMC Jimmy. It was a beast. It was amazing what that thing could do. It was an awesome rock crawler. But once we bought the RZR we had the need for speed and the Jimmy never saw the desert. It was time to part with it. It was no easy decision, since Frank's blood, sweat and tears went into it. Thankfully, we found it a good home. A young kid that was born in one, bought it, and has plans to turn it into a zombie apocalypse response vehicle or something of the sort. We're happy to see it get love, rather than it become scrap. It's one helluva vehicle.