Friday, April 7, 2017
1990 Toyota Pickup Project Extended cab 4WD, 3.0 V6, Manual trans. I must accept reality: I have too many projects! It is not easy to let this one go but it’s time to let you have a go at it. This 1990 Toyota Pickup was my daily driver up until about 3 years ago. I detected a grinding noise when braking so I decided it was time to park it, and start the ground up re-build that I had been wanting to do. That was 3 years ago. Between the crazy hours of EMS and simply keeping up with household projects and etc. I just can’t do it all. Here are a few details about the truck: New Windshield. The body appears to be quite solid. I’ve included a picture of the worst rust that I’m aware of, it’s simply a spot where the paint has worn through. I’m not aware of any collision damage. It drives straight. Still sounds very solid when slamming the doors shut. The 3.0 V6 Engine was running but definitely has a noise, like a bad lifter, that had been clacking along for about 20,000 miles. I was planning to swap to a newer, 3.4 engine. Even with the engine noise, whatever it is, I drove 70+ mph on the highway with no worries. The radio works like you’d expect a 27 year old radio to work. It sucks. It’s old enough that emissions controls no longer matter. Speedometer sometimes makes a crazy noise until it is warmed up good. AC has been converted to R134 and was working quite nicely. New radiator, at the time I parked it. All 4WD components working properly at the time I parked it. Remember all that ice a few years ago? The 4WD made an incredible difference! Rear end leaks at pinion and R axle seal. Drive shaft custom built to use real U joints. What was Toyota even thinking??? The pictured grill guard is from a later 4 Runner. It’s not a clean bolt up, I needed to modify the mount just a little. It’s sitting on steel rims and puncture resistant tires in the photo. Also included are the wide rim alloy wheels as well as the SR5 wheels with fairly low mileage “daily driver” tires. The dashboard appears to be crack free. I customized the driver seat rack to allow it to slide further back. It can easily be put back to “normal.” The truck came with a 60/40 bench seat which I swapped out for the buckets. The bench seat is in someone’s 4 Runner so don’t expect to ever see it again. (I wonder if they ever even noticed the swap? :-) Please buy it before I change my mind for the 93rd time. I like this thing a lot. I know you will do it justice. That’s how I’m coping. Send pictures when you’re finished . . . or bring it by for a visit. Or . . . no. . . . I have to quit thinking about this. I’m not abandoning it. I’m just delegating the task to a capable person like yourself. Sniff sniff. Waaaaaaaaaaaa!
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Busted! So, I'm heading in to start my ambulance shift. I'm one of those "servant" types who care about people, saving lives, yadda yadda yadda. I'm compassionate towards the sick, unfortunate, injured, homeless, you name it, I care about them. On my way in, I start a Right turn at a light, just as a homeless couple start across the intersection. I'm pretty sure they're homeless because I can see at least 4 layers of jackets and sweaters that they're wearing even as the day has turned a bit warm. They're both wearing backpacks and look like they've been . . . well . . . sleeping under a bridge. The couple starts across the intersection so I sit and wait. They're not very fast. I wait some more. Then the guy stops. He goes back a step or so, bends down, and picks something up off the street. Seriously??? Can't he see that I'm on my way to do life saving humanitarian service for the good of all mankind? That is one arrogant homeless dude for sure! I honk my horn. He's blocking the intersection for what? Did he find a nickel or something? Fortunately, my conscience kicked in and accused me of being the arrogant one. They finished clearing the intersection and I drove on through, on my way to some serious service for the good of mankind. Other than my conscience bugging me a bit, I'm no worse for the wear. Just a distraction. A couple of days later . . . I'm out for my brisk walk -- 2 miles, or three if I have time. I get the "walk light" at that same intersection. As I'm crossing, just about in the middle of the intersection, an object catches my eye. I look down and see a screw -- a drywall screw. Drywall screws were scientifically designed to tip up as a tire rolls across, guaranteeing a puncture that won't show up for a couple of days, at 70 mph on the highway. So, I stop, pick up the nefarious booby trap and then move on. I only held up traffic for a moment but it was worth it to keep someone from getting a . . . . And now, I'm wondering why I honked at that guy? My own self righteous arrogance slapped me right in the face!