I've had 2 gin & tonics, so bear with me...
Anyone been in church & seen/heard people testify? That's what I'm about to do....
I GOTTA TESTIFY: I LOVE MY PIG. It's the only vehicle I've ever owned that I still turn around & look at it. I take care of him (& it's clearly a him) & he takes care of me. He's loud, smells like gas in the cab, has all the usual rust, & has a lean to the drivers side. I have an almost perfect '69 body that I want to swap, but part of me says it won't be the same pig. When I google "FJ55", his picture can be found in posts from 2 previous owners.
When I drive him, I get the usual stares at the gas station & thumbs up on the road. But that's not the appeal. When I'm driving him, I am DRIVING. It's similar to the concentration required when I ride my motorcycle (Big Shirley). Up shift. Down shift. Put coffee down. Lean into the turn. Turn down radio." What's that sound? Oh- THAT sound". Turn up the radio over the roar of 120 or so Japanese horses (cause I'm sure I no longer have 135) wide open at 55 mph. And that speed is estimated since the speedo cable broke a year ago. Cold in the winter for the 1st 1/2 hour, and hot as 4 rats *%#!ing in a sock in the summer. If a more wonderful vehicle has been made, I don't wanna know.
Anyone been in church & seen/heard people testify? That's what I'm about to do....
I GOTTA TESTIFY: I LOVE MY PIG. It's the only vehicle I've ever owned that I still turn around & look at it. I take care of him (& it's clearly a him) & he takes care of me. He's loud, smells like gas in the cab, has all the usual rust, & has a lean to the drivers side. I have an almost perfect '69 body that I want to swap, but part of me says it won't be the same pig. When I google "FJ55", his picture can be found in posts from 2 previous owners.
When I drive him, I get the usual stares at the gas station & thumbs up on the road. But that's not the appeal. When I'm driving him, I am DRIVING. It's similar to the concentration required when I ride my motorcycle (Big Shirley). Up shift. Down shift. Put coffee down. Lean into the turn. Turn down radio." What's that sound? Oh- THAT sound". Turn up the radio over the roar of 120 or so Japanese horses (cause I'm sure I no longer have 135) wide open at 55 mph. And that speed is estimated since the speedo cable broke a year ago. Cold in the winter for the 1st 1/2 hour, and hot as 4 rats *%#!ing in a sock in the summer. If a more wonderful vehicle has been made, I don't wanna know.



- Sal