Saving The Old Rustbucket--My 1982 FJ40 Tale (1 Viewer)

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Thanks, I needed that. :beer::beer:
 
'68 Dodge Polaris station wagon. Thanks for helping to dig that first drive memory out. Great prelude to Father's Day.
 
This episode brought back memories of teaching my two sons and two daughters to drive in my 64 40 on desert roads around Moab years ago. My girls could generally outdrive their boyfriends- some of whom never even drove a stick shift. I guess it is time to take the 7 year old grandsons out- based on Lee's experience! Thanks for another great chapter.
 
We stayed in a great 2 bedroom house, a' la USFS cottage, for $40 per night last weekend. Drove up to a snowed in USFS rental lookout at 6000 feet with a commanding view for I don't know how many miles. You can usually rent those for $20-$30 per night...

Is this near Missoula? Cheap is the magic word. Save your notes. I may want to spend a couple of nights there on the way to Alaska. :hmm:

Thanks Lee, this chapter also took me back to the first time I drove a car with my dad, it was in 1982, the truck was a 81 hard top fj40, I will never forget that day, i was 5 years old, driving it on an old landing strip, I would sit in his lap and he would let me use the hand throttle, It was the best day of my life. Later on the 40 got stolen by the left wing guerrillas, the M19, bastards! it was the first time I felt something was taken from me; when I found my 78 40, I somehow felt I gained it back...
Thanks for making me remember good old times....

5 years old and driving a 40 with your Dad. What a great story. You should write it down and share it some day with your kids.

'68 Dodge Polaris station wagon. Thanks for helping to dig that first drive memory out. Great prelude to Father's Day.

I'm pretty sure a Dodge station wagon was the family car in the old Wonder Years TV series. That sucker was huge. Must have been like driving an M1 Abrams tank, especially for a kid.

Yeah, Father's Day. It's gonna be tough this year.

This episode brought back memories of teaching my two sons and two daughters to drive in my 64 40 on desert roads around Moab years ago. My girls could generally outdrive their boyfriends- some of whom never even drove a stick shift. I guess it is time to take the 7 year old grandsons out- based on Lee's experience! Thanks for another great chapter.

Do it, take out your grandsons; 7 is none too soon. I taught my daughter to drive a stick shift truck when she was around 10, and my son started at 7. I'm pretty sure my daughter was the only girl in her HS who knew how to drive a manual transmission vehicle.

I always forget the pics. Here's my Dad in Big Bend at age 33, a scale model of his company truck, without the winch and whip antennas, and my oldest granddaughter behind the wheel of my son's 4WD F-250. She was 4 in the photo, 10 now and drives his 4-Runner all over Vancouver Island, off road of course.:D

TGIF,
Lee
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"Son, we don't need to tell your mother about this."

^ That brings the awesome!

Thanks for the update Lee...Robbers was a quick read I needed the fix
 
Great chapter! I remember the first time my dad let me drive. It was an old Pontiac Fiero in the empty parking lot of a mall. He let me roast the tires, whip the tail around, and really feel the car. I cherish that memory, thanks for reminding me!
 
'67 Buick Riviera, 425 Ci, 10 years old when I finally talked my parents into letting me give driving a try...Soon after that, my dad bought a 62 chevy station wagon (6 cylinder) for me to drive around my part of Lake Travis in until I got my license.... It was cool, I was the only kid on the block with a car and I was still about 5 years from getting my license. Back then, as long I was in the "neioghbor hood" the cops didn't bother us. In fact, the cops aided and abetted us.... because we knew them.
 
Let's see my daughter just turned 5, there's a big empty dirt parking lot about 2 miles from my house and my 79 has Saginaw steering. I think she could turn it fine. Whether or not she'll keep her mouth shut to her mom is another thing entirely... I used to drive on my dad's lap when I was 6 or 7 in our 77 Corolla.
 
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We stayed in a great 2 bedroom house, a' la USFS cottage, for $40 per night last weekend. Drove up to a snowed in USFS rental lookout at 6000 feet with a commanding view for I don't know how many miles. You can usually rent those for $20-$30 per night...


Is this near Missoula? Cheap is the magic word. Save your notes. I may want to spend a couple of nights there on the way to Alaska. :hmm:

TGIF,
Lee

Hi Lee,

The West Savenac Cottage is off Exit 16 on I-90. That's 16 miles from Idaho and Lookout Pass. So, that's 90 miles west of Missoula. I don't know your Alaska plans. I'd probably turn north in Missoula and head up 93 to Alberta to see Glacier, Banff, etc... Hoping to see you when you come this way. Feel free to take advantage of my free amateur travel agent services if you need them. Eyes-on is always nice and I take good pics too. I also heard there's a comfy couch in a Missoula family student apartment for the truly frugal.

:cheers:

Chris

P.S. My 7 year old daughter enjoyed working the winch this weekend. Will let her drive as soon as she can reach something.
 
This is my daughter Martina, she´s two and she loves to climb the 40 and jump in the roof, a cruiser chick indeed...
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1962 Buick LeSabre , manual steering and NO KIDDING > 4 wheel aluminum drum brakes ! My grandfather , an old Irish man , had to help hold my skinny a$$ down in the seat to turn a corner with that steering . To this day I still smoke his Camel filters , for now...

Note - until now, no one ever knew he took me for those first few drives . He took it to his grave, I figure we're safe at this point :steer: .

My first car suffered some trans issues - '75 Dodge Royal Monaco , what a tank . I thought all cars had reverse at the bottom of the auto's pattern, like Grandpa's Buick ....lol .

Thanks for that , Commander, those memories are getting a bit too foggy these days...
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Great afternoon break, trying to finish the 71, took a break, drank a couple of these, read the latest installment, listening to John D Hale's new CD...........
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My oldest DRIVING the old 60 at Roundup he was 10 ....Had a great time too ... Drove on my lap for years before this

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huh, I somehow got behind on this thread. I've been reading other threads, but I got a notice for a new post to this one and it took me to posts 3 days ago that I haven't read...

strange..


Anyway..

I 'learned' on my great grampa's '65 F100 long bed stepside, 3 on the tree. (I still have it) He was too old to teach me, but he was alive and did not approve..

I got to drive my mom through downtown Houston when I was 11 or so in our '85 Suburban when she 'wasn't feeling well' turns out it was heart problems.. Dad about Sh** a brick when he found out..

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When I was 5 or 6 years old my dad put me on his lap in his 1975 Toyota Corona and let me steer home once we were within a couple miles from home off the beaten path. Not long after that he decided he would by a brand new 1982 Toyota SR5 4WD Long Bed Sport Truck and he told me I could pick the color. I decided it should be bright blue as I called it as a kid and he picked out 857 Medium Blue. He took me down to Adams and Sons Toyota in downtown Baton Rouge and we drove it home. Not long after, I was learning to drive a 5 speed on logging roads in South Louisiana. A few years later he told me that we were going to take a month and drive to Alaska while camping in the back of the Toyota truck. At 14, I was learning to drive on the Alaskan Highway and driving hundreds of miles at times through Alberta, British Columbia, and the Yukon. What an adventure I will never forget.
 
I guess everyone has a story or two about underage driving so here is mine. When i was 10 years old i got a paper route in a rural area where the papers were delivered in a mailbox not door to door. When the weather was real nasty my dad would offer to drive me around in his 54 Chev Belair.In the beginning i started out driving on his lap but as i got older he let me drive and he stuffed the papers in the boxes on his side. One day when i was about 14 and it was half raining half snowing i knocked on dad bedroom door and in my best whining voice asked if we could take the car today. My dad wasn't feeling that chipper that morning due to a serious hangover situation and he said the keys are on the desk,you take the car. Off i went before he changed his mind or mom woke up and shut the whole caper down.When you are delivering mail or papers in a car the easiest way is to drive on the wrong side of the street and stuff the papers out drivers window.So there i am big grin on my face driving on the wrong side of the road and around the corner comes the cops.My life passed before my eyes,i thought about handcuffs and jail and dads car towed away but the policeman just slowed down looked in the window and waved.I think i had to change my undies before going to school that day.:steer:
 
I guess everyone has a story or two about underage driving so here is mine. When i was 10 years old i got a paper route in a rural area where the papers were delivered in a mailbox not door to door. When the weather was real nasty my dad would offer to drive me around in his 54 Chev Belair.In the beginning i started out driving on his lap but as i got older he let me drive and he stuffed the papers in the boxes on his side. One day when i was about 14 and it was half raining half snowing i knocked on dad bedroom door and in my best whining voice asked if we could take the car today. My dad wasn't feeling that chipper that morning due to a serious hangover situation and he said the keys are on the desk,you take the car. Off i went before he changed his mind or mom woke up and shut the whole caper down.When you are delivering mail or papers in a car the easiest way is to drive on the wrong side of the street and stuff the papers out drivers window.So there i am big grin on my face driving on the wrong side of the road and around the corner comes the cops.My life passed before my eyes,i thought about handcuffs and jail and dads car towed away but the policeman just slowed down looked in the window and waved.I think i had to change my undies before going to school that day.:steer:

haha, good stuff.
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Funny thing about learning to drive in Canada was that none of those rural highways I remember were paved back then :) I think that was what made me really into Toyotas and 4WDs.
 
Caught up on my reading yesterday on the beach. My wife picked up some Shiner Ruby Redbirds for the occasion. Had a great day!

Great chapter by the way.



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