Doing Truck Things

It never fails…whenever I travel somewhere in my Tacoma, I have this burning desire to go on an adventure. You see, the Toyota Tacoma TRD Off Road has been my DREAM truck for many, many years. Since I was a kid, I thought the Taco was the bees knees. I’ve always loved the Tacoma. It’s just bad ass.

It goes anywhere, does anything, and even Top Gear wasn’t able to kill the Tacoma (Hi Lux) after smashing it with a caravan, demo’ing a building with it on top, letting it float out to sea, and even setting it on fire. Who wouldn’t want a truck like that? Besides Vegans…they don’t want anything cool…

About a year ago, Kinsy and I finally made my dreams come true and we bought a 2010 TRD Off Road. //me faps.

Anyhow, today at Miller Motorsports Park, it started to rain. My very first thought was to go bonkers in the nearby mountains…so, after warming up for a few mins in the off-roading park at MMP, I set off for a 3 hour adventure.

toyota tacoma trd off road articulation flexing
Flexing wicked

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Aquiring the Mighty FJ09

It was May, 2008. I was hosting the 3rd annual Com3 Death Ride. Only Paulo, Matt, and myself were partaking in said ride, but none the less, it was the Death Ride.

The rules were simple: Go fast and don’t die, else be left behind at the mercy of the native Sierra Nevada wildlife.

Rules were broken that day. Paulo ended up in a tree, mostly upright. Matt likey ran over a critter, I don’t fully recall, but for the story’s sake, we’ll go with that…and I…well, I crashed pretty hard. So hard in fact, I was left with a fractured vertebrae, some ribs, some soft bits were mangled, there was blood and all that other fun stuff that happens when you fall down at high-ish rates of speed and your bike decides to exact it’s revenge upon you for treating it so harshly.

Matt stopped for me. I mean, he kinda HAD to, as I’d done the deed right in front of him. Actually, I was in the process of crashing as I was along side Matt, before finishing up just in front of him. Matt, you broke the rules, buddy. ;) Thanks again for not running me over.

I was life flighted off the mountain. I crashed. It was entirely my own fault. I had no one to blame but myself.

As I lay on the gurney in the Level 1 Trauma center, nearly naked from having my leathers cut off and still strapped to the backboard that was designed for someone several inches smaller than myself, quietly crying—more-so emotional rather than the pain, which was really intense—my then wife and 2 year old son came into the room. The look on their faces as I strained my eyeballs to the side to see them (as my head was strapped in still) said it all; I’d made a series of poor choices.

At that moment, I vowed to quit riding on the street. I was too stupid. Too irresponsible. But mostly just too dumb. I cheated death that day and I was lucky to still be amongst the living.

So, what the hell does ANY of that have to do with the mighty FJ09?
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A Long Time Coming

I’m only writing this because I’m tired of seeing “It’s a Wrap, AFM!” blaring in my face. I figured I’d share a little bit about what I’ve been up to lately…

DRIVING! I’VE BEEN DRIVING EVERYWHERE! YAAAARGH!

I’ve been shooting a bunch up at Miller Motorsports Park since April. Been doing most of their school stuff, i.e., Ford Racing School, Boss Track Attack, Raptor Assault, And the Yamaha Champion Riding School. It’s rad. Very Rad. Here’s some pics for proof.

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Epic Miller Adventure

So, several weeks ago, Yamaha contacted me asking if we could attend and shoot the Miller Motorsports Park Yamaha customer appreciation days.

Uhhh…yeah, of COURSE we can! Whoo hoooooo!!!

Now skip forward to Saturday, September 25th… Toe and Dove are with me, and we head out. I wanted to get an early start, so we weren’t rushed. It always seems like we’re rushed somehow, someway, somewhere… I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time on our ~671 mile journey to MMP. I’d charted our course to take hwy 50 all the way out to 36. And I’d plotted our return course to be on hwy 80…who likes to see the same long, boring drive twice in a row? This would give us some variety.

This would also lead to much commotion.

Over the course of the trip, we saw a TON of these…
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