I find it appalling when I think about how much time — I spend thinking about my truck.
Before I had a 4Runner, my vehicles were objects. Nothing more — nothing less. I put gas in them and I drove them. I didn't dream about them, I didn't read about them, didn't buy things for them, didn't talk about them, didn't wrench on them and I certainly didn't think about them.
But then I got the 4Runner.
When I got it, my truck was in such a sorry state — my daughter was afraid of it. She would not ride in the truck and I worried that I would be pulled over for being suspicious — since all the lights pulsed like a UFO when I drove at night.
I had no choice but to think about the truck since I was too broke to have a shop fix things. So think I did ... and straight to the internet I went. I searched for days. I looked for anything that would help me figure out wtf was wrong with my truck. And for every question I answered, two more would pop-up that required I investigate even further.
Of course, I eventually found this place and never left. This place is like a flop-house for Runner junkies. We all come here to get our fix....then we just sorta sit around lolygaggin when we probably ought to be doing some other work.
I'm kinda like an addict. If I'm not on this forum, I'm on Craigslist or eBay looking for 4Runner crap. Always looking for my fix.
When I'm driving, I'm monitoring everything and listening intently for odd noises or anything unusual. Squeaks, thunks, odd shift points, strange new smell — it all gets noticed and filed away in the back of my brain for analysis at my leisure.
I constantly see other 3rd gen Runners on the road and I'll even go out of my way to park next to other Runners just so I can eyeball them better.
Whenever I have to go somewhere, I often think how nice it will be to drive the 4Runner there; even if only going out for milk & eggs.
When I walk out of the store, I just look for the good looking truck and plot a course towards it. Though sometimes I get momentarily confused if there are other 3rd gens in the lot at the same time. And when I near my truck, she gives me a crisp double-chirp in greeting for my arrival — this usually makes me grin inwardly.
Just the other day I was sitting in traffic, enjoying the ice-cold air conditioning while silently appreciating the cooler engine temps after recently overhauling the cooling system; when I noticed the car beside me. It was a black Bentley of some kind, very sporty looking with 2 doors. Whatever kind of Bentley it was, it looked expensive as all hell. As traffic crept along, I got to thinking about what it would be like to have that car. How nice it must be; the leather interior and comfortable seats. How I would admire it from up close and afar. I thought about how I would drive it from here to there...
But then I realized I do that already with my 4Runner — and I don't even have to pay $100-150k! I thought about how my insurance payment every month would skyrocket and probably be more than some people live on. Soon I started to think how tiring it would be to always be worried about someone hitting my Bentley or putting dents in it with their door in a parking lot. Even just the crazy cost of regular maintenance for a car like that would give me anxiety.
After a couple of minutes day-dreaming about owning a Bentley — I quickly realized that I would honestly rather have a 4Runner. I wouldn't own a Bentley even if it was given to me. Instead, I would sell the Bentley and buy the choicest 3rd gen imaginable, and build it up to whatever my pot-addled imagination dared. Then I'd drive it around the world a time or two. And that's not being ambitious for a 4Runner. My 4runner has enough miles on it to have driven around the planet at the equator — 16 times.
See, I shouldn't even know that — the part about driving around the planet 16 times. But I do ... cause I'm weird and I think I have a disease — 4runneritis of the brain or something. I suppose only time will tell if there is a cure.
If I ever get a 4Runner tattoo though, y'all have permission to shoot me.
