In the middle of a long dark night on a section of I-80 in Wyoming in the mid-80's my wife lost control of the 1972 FJ55 at about 65 mph and rolled it down a steep embankment, landing upright. We looked at each other in amazement, got out, put the canoe back on top, locked in the hubs, drove up the embankment and continued on our way after explaining to the astonished people who stopped that it was a Land Cruiser and an Old Town Tripper.
A vehicle like that deserves some loyalty so I'm in the process of purchasing a HZJ80.