They say Toyotas never die. And I believe it’s true. Our 1987 Toyota Land Cruiser hasn’t died on us yet.
Its name is Woody Land-crapper, and, although, it is so rusty that the water pours in when it rains, it has taken us on dirt roads, through rivers, through mud, to places far and to places near.
We bought our Land Cruiser in July of 2013 from friends living in Ecuador. Our friend gave us an excellent price because in his words he “couldn’t sell such a crappy car at a high price.” We decidedly agreed to buy it sight unseen as we were in desperate need of a car.
Legend has it, decades ago a foreigner drove two Land Crusiers into Ecuador. One Land Cruiser he used to drive around and the other he broke into spare parts for when the former broke down. Thus, Woody was born. 400,000 miles later its parts are less metal and wires and are more duct tape and glue. That being said, it never quits. It seems like no matter what we can still get it running again.
Don’t get me wrong, it has spent many days at the mechanic. Once, when my dad was in a town 30 minutes away from our home, the radiator busted. Since the town didn’t have any mechanics, dad parked the car on the side of the road, took the radiator off, and traveled to our mechanic on public transportation. When the radiator was fixed he traveled back with the radiator to the car, attached the radiator to the car, and drove it home. That was a whole week project. All he could think as he carried an entire radiator on his shoulder through a small coastal village was: “Only in Ecuador”.
Written by Ashley