In the spirit of the original
air log, I've gone ahead and created my own...partly to show off my new ride, and partly as an homage to the great "air", whose
original log can't possibly be topped.
Here we go:
This is my soon-to-be former car, a 2003 Honda Element. Fare the well, friend. You served me well. But it's time for you to hit the road, b!tch:
Approaching Longo Toyota, the biggest Toyota dealership in the country, and perhaps the best, friendliest, most honest bunch of car salespeople you'll find anywhere:
Longo's like the WallyWorld of car dealerships. They've got a freakin' Starbucks and Subway shop in there. What a cool place!
My new FJ Cruiser was waiting for me outside the dealership. It caught my eye as we were walking in, and Mrs. JLam said to me "I think that's ours."
It was.
And it sure is purty. I was so excited I forgot to focus the camera. This is the first glimpse I got of my new ride. And I also named him. What's his name, you ask? I'll warn you, it's silly, but if you must know:
Ladies and gentlemen, meet
Smurfy McWheels.
Yes, it's sort of an idiotic name, but if you knew me, you'd know that I'm very much an idiot. So it fits.
This is Dean Taylor, my Longo salesman and a super nice guy. Throughout the whole process, Dean was there to answer my emails and listen to me ask over and over again "So, Dean, you think my FJ might come in early??" And of course he sold me the car at MSRP. No markups at Longo, folks!
Smile, Dean!
Dean's a hardworking guy, as evidenced by this photo montage. (Hint...whenever you use the word "montage", it makes you seem smarter. Just thought you should know.)
Here, Dean explains the great mystery of the FJ's cargo area. What's the great mystery of the cargo area? You'll only find out if you buy an FJ from Dean. So get your ass out to Longo now!
Warning, though. Once you find out the great mystery of the cargo area, you're likely to double over in pain...or at least look like you're doubling over in pain. What the hell is wrong with me in this picture?
Business rule #1424: Always close the deal with a firm handshake. Done. Christ, I'm dressed like a schlub. What's wrong with me?
Driving home for the first time in my new FJ. The Mrs. is right in front of me in her TL. Another warning: Don't try to drive the FJ like you would drive a TL. Or vice versa.
First thing today, Smurfy got some new shoes.
Bridgestone Dueler Revos, 265/70/17.
Up on the lift:
This guy worries me. He asked if he could dance with the stock tire. Creeeepy. Eyes closed, dancing cheek to cheek with a Bridgestone. For some people, it's heaven. Ahhh, amore.
Then he took the tires back to his lair and did all manner of unspeakable things to it. It involved machinery and pneumatic thingamabobs. I guess the gentle dancer isn't so gentle after all:
Shoeless Joe Smurfy:
One wheel with the new tire ready for creepy tire dancing man to "mount" (wink wink, nudge nudge, saynomore). And yes, I like the way it looks with the white lettering facing out.
Smurfy's got some new comfy shoes now:
After a long day, Smurfy takes a nap at home:
And that's post #1 of my log. I'll keep it updated as Smurfy and I do fun things together. First stop: Hungry Valley, CA. Time to get dirty.
Spawn of air log...JLam gets his FJ!!!
Then driving the FJ should produce an even bigger high!
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