There’s no better way to enjoy a vehicle you’ve built with your own hands than to use it, or perhaps in this case, abuse it. Earlier this spring, Emily and I, along with our dog Chloe, set out for the deserts of Utah, where we spent eight days camping inside our 1985 Toyota Land Cruiser. While the trip itself offered a slew of memories we’ll never forget, that wasn’t the only thing we were left with.
Sunrise came early, and day three began with a storybook sunrise. As the horizon began to glow in the distance, the lake below us shimmered and danced in the growing light. The silence of the desert was broken only by the snapping of camera shutters: everyone was up early to witness what I’d imagine we’d all agree was the most astounding sunrise we’ve ever seen.
For more than just ourselves, weekends represent a sacred separation between work and play. It’s safe to assume we all look forward to Friday at 5:00PM, no matter what our weekend plans may be. Whether it’s drinks with friends, some couch slumping, or a day spent in the great outdoors, time to ourselves is vital.
It’s been several months since our last off-road excursion, with most of our attention focused on preparing Rusty Slammington for SEMA and the Essen Motor Show. However, we made a promise to ourselves some time ago that on the first available weekend, we’d hit the dirt, and on Sunday afternoon, we did just that.
Over the past months, my thirst for a truck has been impossible to satisfy. I had been eyeing Monteros for the most part, with searches for Isuzu Troopers and the occasional Jeep Cherokee taking up extra tabs in my web browser. A Land Cruiser, and more specifically, an F60/62, was more of a pipe dream, typically demanding prices far beyond what I wanted to spend. However, an early-morning search presented one hell of a truck: an ’88 FJ62 that was everything I could dream of.