
is it that causes the somewhat neurological impulse of the maniacal...
“Cruise-aholic ?”

How is it that hunks of formed steel & big rubber cause a lust of the eye only to a small segment of
society?
Every picture of them stirs up an endless desire for yet another picture ? Feasting our eyes on every aspect, every angle, every part of a machine that commands attention..(and it DOES !) as it continues to make its way through the streets, highways & byways of time...
Gentlemen, please remove your hats here...(I am a little bias) when it comes to the FJ-45, with all due respect to the other models, a notation HAD to be made out of sheer reverence !

Our itinerary is laid out here in pic #5. You’ll have to overlook the “vermin damage” of some of the pages,...1967 was long ago.

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