All righty now, gents! I will take my turn, and will try to keep it rational, as I tend to ramble. First off,
@hecrod has inspired us to this relay initiative, and it has and will continue to bring cruiser heads together across the country that have only "met" on the forum. That in itself is what this world needs: trust in your fellow man or woman, to exist together in the human experience without letting race, religion, etc. get in the way of common goals. In this case, it is to encourage each other to take our old trucks and drive them (mostly in the right lane) across America. I will be surprised if some independent group doesn't create a documentary out of this if we do it next year.
Enough of that, and on with the travelogue. My task that has been appointed to me is to bring not one, but 2 of the batons towards the west, and so my post here is my 2 journeys to get the said batons.
First off, a bit of history on my truck. It is a 1974 fj40 that I bought last summer off of craigslist in Arkansas. The seller (not an active mud guy, but I think he has a screen name?) was great, and had built up the truck over the last 15 plus years of ownership. He bought it out of California, and had a SOA done right from some "guru" out there. He then proceeded to wheel it (without lockers) through the Rubicon. Once he moved to Arkansas, he proceeded to build the family cage, front and rear bumpers. Then, life got in the way, and he wanted to build his 80 more, so he sold it, and it ended up with me!
Here is what it looked like when I got it, and after some cans of rustoleum flat khaki, some 8" wheels, and a Trollhole soft top, here is what it looks like now.
The truck runs well, except for the original carb needing some adjustment, and doesn't leak much (except for the weep at the top of the radiator), shifts well, and drives well (with PS and 4 wheel disc brakes). So I was confident taking her on the road to meet my fellow cruiser brethren.
My first trip was North to meet @Bluegrass40 in Mammoth Cave National park. I got off a bit later than I wanted, partly due to the old camper wiring I was wrestling with (since we were planning on camping at Mammoth). I just loaded all of the kitchen gear, food, and tent in the 40, and set out!