Long before my love of Land Rovers, there was the Toyota FJ that I learned to drive in Guam. I spentt countless hours four wheeling the backcountry behind our house in Agat. How great to start out my love affair with 4×4’s with such an iconic vehicle.
I remember one-day driving through some 6-foot sword grass I asked my brother to sit up on the hood to spot for me. Progress was slow as I crawled though the grass when suddenly David jumped off the hood. Seconds later the FJ plunged into a deep ravine like a cork in a bottle. Fortunately, he was not injured, and we were able to winch the FJ out with the help of a neighbor. The sturdy FJ was no worse for wear, but I become a much more cautious driver.