When I eventually figure out how to repair and complete my vehicle history list for sig posting, you'll see that a mica green 1999 SR5 automatic [affectionately remembered as 'bucket of bolts' because of a very painfully dropped transfer case complete with many torn and noisy gear teeth in the pan] and my first 2003 V8 Sport [new, solid black, strong, silent and perfect] are also there, now both sold and receding into the rear-view memory mirror. So, your kind warning about fire play notwithstanding, I don't think about the spectacular red-hot Swedish fling, now morphed into peaceful yet very warm and highly energetic cohabitation with the happy T4R, with any trepidation at all. If anything, each makes the other even better -- this is a co-evolving relationship of complementarity extraordinaire. There are no signs of jealousy, there is no gritting or grinding of teeth, and impossible demands are nowhere to be seen. Life's latest chapter is good, very good!