My grandpa, Pete, wasn't really an FJ40 kind of person. He wasn't a Chevy, or Ford person, either, although it was, apparently, customary for him and my folks to drive Dodge trucks. My grandfather was born in an early day for automobiles, and he lived on a ranch in a ranching area near Trinidad, Colorado. So, as an adolescent, he was not out of place when he rode his horse into Trinidad and parked it outside of any given establishment or at the house that my family had in town. In fact, my mother keeps a photograph of him riding a horse in her bedroom, not behind the wheel of a truck. She often talks about that, 'jeep' that he drove, but when I tell her that it is a Toyota, she dismisses it, probably because of the propaganda about WWII that she grew up with. So, here is me wearing my cap, and my siblings, with my grandpa, Pete, we couldn't be happier, in front of his ranch-duty mustard FJ40, around 1981, in Trinidad, Colorado.
So my current FJ40, as photographed for my avatar, was also a ranch truck, also mustard, and apparently used on a ranch outside of San Jose, New Mexico. You know, the fix the fence in the middle of a muddy blizzard, but you don't need to get it titled or registered because it won't see pavement kind of truck. So, if anyone has a goat or sheep herd that needs looking out for in the New Mexico area, I'm working out the mechanicals of the 40, you can p.m. me with the details of the rest of the gig.