How this happened: I went to HS in northern NM in the early 2000s and my best friend drove this truck that her dad bought for her from an AZ relative. She got a new car when she went to college. Her dad eventually wanted this truck to be his project, he worked for the Forest Service at the time and wanted to build a trail rig. He ended up getting a Tacoma, and then an 80 series and Grey Lady (my new name for this project) fell by the wayside. At one point (estimated to be about 2008-ish) she stopped running and has now sat out in the yard for about ten years.
Fast forward to January 2018. I have been semi-joking with the father for years about the FJ62. Every time I stop by the family house (I have since moved away from northern NM but they are close family friends and I stop by when I'm in town) I tell him if he ever wants to get rid of the 62 that I want it. Keep in mind I know nothing about 62's, Toyotas, and have never been offroad, I just think the thing looks cool and would be fun to have another project car (even though I already have an E30 that mostly just sits and I talk about working on but never actually do). I have no idea of the cult following, the demand for older landcruisers, or how much people love these things. A little background on me: I am in my early 30s and live in urban Denver with no garage. I can change a tire and my own oil but the biggest project I have ever done is changing an alternator. I most definitely do not need another project in my life, but I'm also an idiot (or maybe a genius, because now I have a 62!).
So finally it happens: the dad calls me and says the wife wants the 62 gone. It has now been sitting for about ten years and they have 5-6 running other cars on the property including said Taco and 80 series. Did I want it? Um, HELL YEAH I DID.
I go down to NM the next weekend, put a wrench on the block to see if it spun (I googled a ton of wtf do I do with a car that has been sitting forever? threads) and it did so I put it on a flatbed and dropped it off across town at my dad's house.
Below is the car as I found her, after filling the tires. It had basically just been tenement housing for mice for years at this point, and we used a compressor to spray out a graveyard of carcasses and years of mouse poop. Dust is everywhere on the interior and exterior, but other than that the interior was in decent shape - the PO threw a sun visor in the windshield and an old sheet over the seats, so everything is pretty intact except the tops of the door interiors which are all cracked. The dry NM weather took care of the body - this truck has minimal rust.
Up on the flatbed to the new home:
Grey Lady was officially mine! Now to figure out why she wouldn't start... the previous owner doesn't remember why he parked her in the first place.
Fast forward to January 2018. I have been semi-joking with the father for years about the FJ62. Every time I stop by the family house (I have since moved away from northern NM but they are close family friends and I stop by when I'm in town) I tell him if he ever wants to get rid of the 62 that I want it. Keep in mind I know nothing about 62's, Toyotas, and have never been offroad, I just think the thing looks cool and would be fun to have another project car (even though I already have an E30 that mostly just sits and I talk about working on but never actually do). I have no idea of the cult following, the demand for older landcruisers, or how much people love these things. A little background on me: I am in my early 30s and live in urban Denver with no garage. I can change a tire and my own oil but the biggest project I have ever done is changing an alternator. I most definitely do not need another project in my life, but I'm also an idiot (or maybe a genius, because now I have a 62!).
So finally it happens: the dad calls me and says the wife wants the 62 gone. It has now been sitting for about ten years and they have 5-6 running other cars on the property including said Taco and 80 series. Did I want it? Um, HELL YEAH I DID.
I go down to NM the next weekend, put a wrench on the block to see if it spun (I googled a ton of wtf do I do with a car that has been sitting forever? threads) and it did so I put it on a flatbed and dropped it off across town at my dad's house.
Below is the car as I found her, after filling the tires. It had basically just been tenement housing for mice for years at this point, and we used a compressor to spray out a graveyard of carcasses and years of mouse poop. Dust is everywhere on the interior and exterior, but other than that the interior was in decent shape - the PO threw a sun visor in the windshield and an old sheet over the seats, so everything is pretty intact except the tops of the door interiors which are all cracked. The dry NM weather took care of the body - this truck has minimal rust.
Up on the flatbed to the new home:
Grey Lady was officially mine! Now to figure out why she wouldn't start... the previous owner doesn't remember why he parked her in the first place.
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