Nice day and the recycles had backed up. That used to be Gundy's chore. Looking down at ol Gundy next to the cabin with Sprite frolicking about it hit me. Dang, the old boy hasn't been fired in months now.
Tires look great. No obvious puddles underneath.
Check under the hood and all appears well.
Switch on the battery disconnect, turn on the switch, depress the throttle about a 1/4, pull the hand throttle out ever so slightly. Hit the switch. Varoom. Pump the clutch/brakes a few times. Engage/shift tranny. Check the gauges. Oil 60+, water,amps,fuel and vacuum steady. We're off!
Gundy was a hit at the recycle center. Wound up having to open the hood.
Sprite wowed 'em of course.
Leaving, I treated the guys to an old fashion idle crawl out to the stop sign and let that locker clank
as I rounded the tight, down and left turn to the exit stop sign. I then demonstrated what
a locker, on a sharp turn from stop, causes. Chirp....chirp....chirp
Ol Gundy loved every minute of it. So did Lynn and Sprite.
Lynn drove Big to work today. She thought the MB battery was dead. Uhh..shift into "P" please.

I had the Coach, the 80, and was headed out of town.
The 60, Big, didn't have a "P" position and happily roared to life. ( Eldenbrock/Weber/-cat)
They dutifully did the job....That's Land Cruisers for you. Beasts of burden.
Big's going to haul about 500lbs of mulch this week.
It's already delivered about of ton of stuff for the garden.
I need to get the AC purged and re-filled on the 60, but other than that, they just patiently sit
there and await their next command.
Damn, I love Cruisers.
Ohm...cruiser,cruiser,cruiser...Ohm