Oh, good grief!
Not THAT Chinook, 2ndGen, the flyinng bathtub with a rotor at each end; THAT's they kind I'm talking about!
How can you *possibly* be a second-genner Toyota fan if you're not old 'nuff to know about the USAF chinooks?
Now, I wish *I* could call myself a second-generation Toyota fan, but I'd have to lie to say it.
MY first Toyota experience was back in... think it was... DAMN! Can't recall, exactly. I think it was around 1970, perhaps??? I was still a kid, and my father bought one of the first Toyota Corollas that came into either this country... or, at least, into Philadelphia.
His new 1969 Chevy Impala was taken back by Roerig Pharmaceuticals (then a division of Pfizer Pharmeceuticals) when they "cleaned house" of all the 40+year-old salesmen. Dad had just turned 40. He got a fat severance package, since he was smart enough to lever it from them with legal threats.
Dad bought the new Corolla (I do think it was 1970?) at that time, and put the rest of his money into pre-paying the mortgage and other bills. (Plus Mother worked full-time as a cytotechnologist, too.)
He proudly drove home the Corolla. He had it all of 3 days before the engine threw a rod. They told him he had to send it back to Japan!
So, he did... and, almost 8 months later, his new car was STILL in Japan. (this was a *very* rough year for Dad -- he still shudders when he recalls it or talks about it)
Down on his luck, Dad had taken a job he hated, working for his ex-best friend, whom he hated (having nothing to do with the job, but that his friend physically abused me, and, at that time, I was 9 or 10 - depending upon whether it was '69 or '70.
Anyway... Dad finally paid a lawyer, and went after Toyota in Court.
Almost a year after he'd paid for it, his Corolla was back from Japan. He took it, plus a large amount of the purchase price back, as well.
I'll NEVER forget that Corolla! It was (I *swear* this)
LEMON YELLOW.

Anyway, he had had the Corolla back for less than 2 weeks...
when...
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Yup. It threw another rod. This resulted in Dad losing control and we had an accident. That was when a pencil (that I had been doodling with, in the back seat) went thru my throat. Right thru the soft tissues, up into my mouth, and thru my tongue.
That was the LAST TIME we were ever allowed to draw while in a moving car. Not even Crayolas.
Still have faint scar under my chin. And still have some (muscular) speech issues when I get very tired.
And the people whom Dad's car hit sued him, too. They tried to get our house.
Toyota paid every last penny of all damages accrued, all the way 'round. Even Dad's legal bills. no argument, they just asked where they signed. They never even tried to fight it.
"Toyota" has, ever since, been the dirtiest word you can say to any of my family!
Until last August. When I came home (went down to Philly) with my free Land Cruiser.
Dad spat on it.

Literally. My uncle (Dad's brother) was kinder, and he & my aunt & Mother got in for a ride.
Although, a few months ago, Dad finally got in and took a ride in it. he he he
I took it as off-road as I could in northeast Philadelphia... I drove thru the remaining wooded areas of Pennypack Park. Dad was impressed. ("
Very good, hon." --- that's *good*, coming from my father, especially regarding a Toyota!)