I love my 60 because it's a part of my family, because I drove it to all three of my graduations (HS, college, grad school), because I drove it on my honeymoon, because I brought my son home from the hospital in it, because I've been in it thousands of miles away from the closest town, in snowstorms, in water up to the mirrors, in jungles and deserts and highways and it's never let me down.
I love my 60 because it's unique, because it doesn't matter where I go, it turns heads, because it drives and sounds and feels like a real 4x4, because it's given me 15 years of hard use without complaints, because driving it is like therapy after a crappy day at work.
I love my 60 because it is a connection to my past, it's the only material possession I have that connects me to my native country, that reminds me of my past. She came to this country with me and was the catalyst to a community of like-minded enthusiasts from which I've gained some of my closest friends.
I love my 60 because I can drive it 75 MPH on the highway with my expedition trailer behind it, go on extended expeditions, push it to the limits (and sometimes beyond), then drive it all the way back home, unload it, and still drive to work the following day.
I love my 60 because...well, look at her, what's not to love?!