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Holy chit ....
I was able to have a little fun this evening but, sadly, it was getting dark so pics are lacking.
Had to make a run to SIL's house and the$41K, $34K, $29.5K,$25K 40 was out on display.
******1960 Toyota Landcruiser - Diesel fully restored******
What I learned ....
I was running out of light but could not find a single place where the body bolted to the frame. Yep, that's fuel tank.
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Speaking of gas tank ..... here's a strap bolt.
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The frame is an FJ25 frame that, to be fair, was not in that bad of shape. I was puzzled by the scratches that simply did not look like normal wear. More like it had stuff piled on it in the stock room for 20 years.
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Definitely a moment that would have served humanity better had it been on video!When I was working at a Motorcycle shop in Glendale AZ, I was giving a guy the delivery speech of here's your gas, here are your brakes, etc. I don't remember specifically what the bike was, CBR1000, ZX1100, doesn't really matter.
He says to me, "Buddy, I'm a fighter pilot. I've got this."
Me: "That's fantastic. This is a motorcycle, not an airplane. May I finish?"
Bad-Assed Fighter Pilot: "Just give me the keys."
He starts it up with a FIST full of throttle a pegging the tach for a second. I step up a bit saying something along the lines of "Whoah, you need to be a lot gentler and smoother with that throttle."
This guy just gives me this look, and I put my hands up and "you're on your own, Pal."
He throws a leg over it. Stalls it. Stars it again with only slightly less FIST. Lurches out into the parking lot with the newb Hard-on-hard-of throttle staggers and wobbles duck-paddling his feet to the end of the parking lot.
There's a space for him behind the cars at the light, and by some miracle he manages to get it into the roadway and turned 90 degrees to his left to be in line with traffic.
He then promptly lurches forward into the back of the car in front of him bending both forks, banging up a rotor, smashing all his plastic on one side, headlights, flashers etc. and TOTALS the damn thing.
I'd like to say, I'm a big enough person to not feel some vindication, but I'm not.
As we picked his dumb ass off the road and dragged the bike up on the side walk, I couldn't help my self.
"It's a bit different than a fighter, huh?"