LMAO!!! I knew the pics would surface (unlike the 25). Yes, tis true, I wheeled her like she was suppose to be wheeled.
The Yankee Toys Fall Gathering was held this weekend in New Hampshire. In true FJ25 fashion, I decided to play the lotto and drove her the 250+ miles to the camp ground from CT to NH. The ride up was blissfull. An open top, warm weather, and backroads make the pressures of life disappear. I took the liberty of leading the stock runs the entire weekend.
Friday: The weather was perfect. I had just driven up 250 miles, set up camp, and eaten lunch. When I arrived, the stockers were itching to go, so we headed up Massasecum Avenue to play on some rocks. Massasecum Ave is a class VI road that will make any stock rig wince. I had never been to this area and to find a trail like this was very cool. I was expecting easy dirt roads and what I found was challenging hill climbs with scenic rides along the way.
Saturday: We decided to try to do the Homestead access trail which is supposed to be another class VI road. In my opinion, it was even more challenging than Fridays ride. We went from nice small rock climbs, to a muddy skidder trail, to a water crossing that ate me for lunch and we had to turn around, to a nice scenic dirt road, to a beaver dam that stopped us again, to another set of dirt roads. All in all a great day of fun. To top it off was a meal to die for when we arrived back at the camp ground. Thanks again to Jim C (FJ40Jim) for some insightfulness after the meal.
Sunday: With clouds looming, and me without a soft top, I decided to bag out on Sundays run and bee-line for home. (Not the bee-line like FG 2003 Randy!) Lucky I did, because the 25 decided to act up. Shortly after leaving, the red charge light came on. I stopped at a D+D on Rte 101 and get a coffee. When I came out, and tried to fire her back up, she told me no. Luckily, there was enough juice in the battery to fire her up again after letting her sit for a few minutes. I decided not to mess around and found the closest interstate ( 2 hours away) and headed home in the slow lane at 55 MPH. About an hour away from my destination, she started missing on a few cylinders. I kept going though and feathered the throttle. I got home finally and let her sit at idle while I unpacked my gear. Within 5 minutes, she died completely, but she got me home.
. So in the winter time all I have to do open the windows and I get heat 
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