BeerM3
SILVER Star
...and it's going to cost me a $%*tload of dimes!
I figure it's about time to start documenting my slow, scattered restoration of the 1/76 FJ40 I bought back in August of last year. But my love of these boxy, rattling soup cans with a tractor engine started a long time ago. I still remember riding somewhere beyond my little Kansas town with my dad to "look" at a car. I was 5 or 6, and had no clue what we were looking at. He had a friend that tipped him off someone was looking to sell an old 1968 Landcruiser. We found it. He loved it. And in 1980 he purchased it for $1300.
We went everywhere in that thing. My mom, an elementary school teacher, drove it daily for the next 8 years. My fellow cub scouts would pile in the jump seats and bounce down the gravel road hills that lead to our house. In the summer he'd take out the driveshaft, tie a rope to the steering wheel, and drop the bumper tow bar to hitch up to the old Chevy. Every year it was the same trek, out to southwestern Colorado to 30 Mile Campground west of Creede. My grandparents started going there in the early 40's.
I figure it's about time to start documenting my slow, scattered restoration of the 1/76 FJ40 I bought back in August of last year. But my love of these boxy, rattling soup cans with a tractor engine started a long time ago. I still remember riding somewhere beyond my little Kansas town with my dad to "look" at a car. I was 5 or 6, and had no clue what we were looking at. He had a friend that tipped him off someone was looking to sell an old 1968 Landcruiser. We found it. He loved it. And in 1980 he purchased it for $1300.
We went everywhere in that thing. My mom, an elementary school teacher, drove it daily for the next 8 years. My fellow cub scouts would pile in the jump seats and bounce down the gravel road hills that lead to our house. In the summer he'd take out the driveshaft, tie a rope to the steering wheel, and drop the bumper tow bar to hitch up to the old Chevy. Every year it was the same trek, out to southwestern Colorado to 30 Mile Campground west of Creede. My grandparents started going there in the early 40's.