First of all, yes, I live in Southern California where everyone is wierd - however, I live in CORONA, home to many cool FJ mod shops. In fact, Corona, home to DeMello and Donahoe to name the first two that come to mind is like shrine to many FJ people and All Pro (just down the road) is too.
Hear my tale of woe.
A year ago I wanted to buy an FJ and I wanted it BAD. My significant female type gave me SO MUCH GRIEF because she didn't like the way it looked, she didn't like that it was a 4x4, etc. that I moonlighted for six months and worked my a$$ off to buy it with ca$h. I took delivery of the FJ and began the mods.
"Why are you wasting money bolting things onto your FJ?" was a common complaint in my house. (sound familiar guys?)
I changed jobs and the new job requires me to be out of town quite a bit. I didn't want to leave the FJ at the airport (and who would?) so she has been dropping me off. Keep in mind that she has her OWN car, a brand new Ford Freestyle that her work pays for (car/gas/insurance/everything).
I came back from Atlanta yesterday to find that the full tank of gas I left with was nearly empty. I checked the odometer and there was about 220 miles on the car that wasn't there when I left.
"Um, why are all the miles on the FJ?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?" (admit nothing, deny everything, demand proof, make counter allegations)
"Who has been driving my FJ?" I probed.
"What are you trying to say? Are you accusing me?"
"Who put 220 miles on the FJ?" She's not getting off that easy.
"I took it to the store once."
Whips/chains/etc. (ok, I just got back from a trip) Then the interrogation continued. Cutting to the chase, she tearfully admitted that she had been driving the FJ all week because she liked it so much better than the Ford and that, "yes" after all of the grief she gave me before, she LOVES THE FJ!
(This is like Winston Smith in the George Orwell classic 1984 telling us that "I love Big Brother".)
So men, guard the keys when you are away from home because the FJ calls to people, even to my FJ hating woman and it wins them over.
If you see a (cute) short blonde woman driving the FJ (thumbnail below) in the City of Corona, honk and wave PLEASE. Tell her to go home and drive her Ford. I don't want to let her off that easy.
And thank you for your support.
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There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unaltered, to find the ways that you have changed.
Women are sly, cunning and require considerable countermeasures where the FJ is concerned.
I wouldn't be surprised if she started dropping subtle hints about her OWN FJ. She likes the Voodoo Blue color (as admitted under rather prolonged interrogation last night). She even asked me to put side steps on MY FJ. I told her "I'm going to get a 3" lift! The ARB rock sliders (with slider skids) stay on." This is an example of how hard-core I am with women when the FJ is concerned.
Guys, I'm sharing this with you because you need to be aware. A hidden kill switch is not a bad idea. Make it hard for them to use your FJ if they've given you grief about ownership. Yes, in the end you'll relent. Guys always relent to women. But don't slip beneath the waves without a fight!
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There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unaltered, to find the ways that you have changed.
When I first got mine my significant other started driving it WAY too much. After the lift, tires, bumper, winch, rock rails, etc., etc., etc., she became considerably less enamoured with it. Success without having to say a word (hurray for subterfuge).
Thank you AmityFJ!
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