Wednesday morning I discovered my truck was being retaken by nature. Like a lot of us, I haven’t driven much the past couple of months. When I do, it’s usually en famille, which means taking the newer and safer car. My ’87 Land Cruiser doesn’t even have proper seat belts in the back, and is not exactly suitable transportation for baby. Manual transmission, with a tape deck that still works, torn seats, analog radio, an engine that was also used in forklifts. To engage the four wheel drive, you have to get out and manually unlock the hubs—just the thing you want to do when you have found yourself bogged down in mud or snow.
Great pictures and descriptions. I love this sentence, "The relics will come and go, but the wonder is always there if you can open up your third eye to it." Very well said.