My FJ addiction started in the late 60s to early 70s when I was about 8 or 10 years-old. I remember my cousin's husband's brother had a mustard FJ40. We drove out into bumf-cked Lake County CA to look for Lake County diamonds in it. Didn't realize until recently that that memory had etched into my noggin.
Fast-forward to high school years and one of my best friends had a red '72 FJ40. We drove the crap out of that thing and wheeled into and (usually) out of places we had no business being. We're lucky to be alive. Had to be winched a few times, but that adds to the memories.
Years later, my wife and I were married with a little one on the way and somehow I convinced her it was a good idea to add an FJ40 to the collection. I already had my '67 Barracuda, a '63 Corvair Spyder, a '69 Corvette convertible and "her" '72 Mercedes 250C. I picked up a '72 FJ for $1500 and shouldn't have bought it. It was rusty as hell, but was still fun for the year that I had it. Sold it for $1900 and thought I had shut the door on the FJ addiction. I had owned one and that was enough. It just wasn't practical for a young family, we told each other.
Fast forward to 1993... the Barracuda was gone, the Spyder was gone, the '72 Benz had been replaced with an '85 300D "mom's" car and the Corvette was no longer practical, so it was sold. I decided to try the FJ again. This time I found a '69 which had been flopped on its' side for $1900. I called the guy and he said it ran fine, so went to look at it. It ran like crap, the windshield frame was bent and the roll cage was tweaked. I offered the guy $1300 and he took it. I drove it home... barely! By the time I got home, I was so disgusted I couldn't look at it. We were late for a party so I left it in my driveway to be trouble-shot another time.
The next day, with a clear head, I fired it up and raised the hood to a giant sucking sound. The 3/8' vacuum line to the t-case vacuum apply was floating in the breeze. It had come off when the guy flopped it and he never put it back on. I reattached it and it ran GREAT! Win one for me! Next up was to find a windshield frame ($100 with windshield) and to straighten the roll cage. A couple of cuts, some heat and a come-along and it was ready to weld back together.
Over the next year and a half, I painted it myself in the garage. I added some camping accessories and a hitch to it (for small tent trailer) and painted it. The next couple of summers were spent camping all over NorCal with my two boys (around 6 and 4) strapped into a home-made rear seat and bungie cords attaching everything from coolers to sleeping bags wherever they would fit.
One day coming out of Lake Pillsbury with only the bikini top on and half doors in 45 degree weather, I pulled over to make sure the boys were okay in the back, under an army blanket. I peeled back the blanket and steam came rolling out. They were fine (and LOVING it!). Those rear heaters really work!
Sold the FJ in about '96 and picked up a Suburban, then a different Suburban...
Fast forward to 2015... My oldest son, now 27 said to me, "Dad some of my best memories were when we used to kick around all over the place with the red LandCruiser, can you help me find one?". Another win for me! It just so happened that a good friend was selling his Capri Blue '70, so a deal was made. ...And an addiction was rekindled.
In 2020, I was on the hunt for my own FJ40, when I happened upon the 45LV. I made the deal on the LV and then had to sell my '67 GTO. I hated t sell that car, but I really haven't looked back. The LV is a completely different affair, I tell ya!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Cheers All!
Chuck