My story starts in 1985, my grandpa (the most frugal man alive) was driving to San Antonio TX from Saltillo Mexico with my grandmother, mother and two uncles in an old VW Bus. At the time he collected National Geographic magazines and had seen land cruisers in there and was really really wanting one. Somewhere in South Tx my grandpa drove by a Toyota dealership and had seen a gorgeous brand new 1985 Fj60 parked on one of those display ramps. It was the only car he had ever bought new to this day. I came into the world in 89 and spent my early years listening to the signature whine of the cruiser while driving to a park to go collect pecans with my grandfather. He drove that truck everywhere. It was a part of his identity. When I turned 15 he told me out of nowhere and in front of everybody in the family. If you want it it’s yours. So it became my car. It had 68000 miles when I got it and it has 93000 now. I drove that truck through high school, went on my first dates in it, went to prom in it. That truck made it through the abuse of my college experience. I couldn’t imagine not having it. It has been there my entire life and will probably be there until the end. Toyota really hit the nail on the head when they designed this vehicle. I have always had the desire to tweak and geek it because it’s what I always wanted when I was younger but never had the money, but at this point I like it just the way Toyota made it. Life takes you through twists, turns and far away lands. No matter how far away I go, or how much my identity changes, every time I get in my 60 and fumble with the choke and throttle massaging the engine to life I feel like A kid again.
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