It all started innocuously enough, a simple equation really: take one mid-life crisis plus one case of severe arrested development, add one 1987 FJ-60 Toyota Land Cruiser and BAM!, I was reunited with my Cruiser adolescence and launched headlong down the path of complete rational abandon. Just like that. Done. Sold down the river, again. Age begets wisdom? Uhhh, no. Insanity yes, in this case wisdom, unfortunately not. Contained herein you will find the photographic evidence documenting one man’s obsessive compulsion with this never ending illness on wheels. God I hope I don’t get better anytime soon!

Enjoy my disease and thanks for stopping by,

-dogboy- ’87 FJ60