So, yes. I was digesting all the lovely posts recently. You know, the ones that take us all on a journey into the dark forest. The trails that carry us into the abyss where time releases its grip. So it occurred to me that the cruiser is really a time machine in an abstract sense. Following this emotion, as any true adventurer would, I piloted the machine into the high desert. The machine found its own direction then. Winding and grinding high and higher until settled upon a pristine escarpment. Once upon this lofty perch, the machine sighed and died. I could find no method to breathe life back into the crawling beast. Its lifeforce had been spirited away by the evil midget monkeys of time. No remedy in sight, I elected to take seat upon a nearby rock. Then I saw it. A strange glint of light began to play upon the glass eyes of my transport. As the monkeys began to dance and twirl I joined the celebration. Smiling and chanting, tiny hands interlocked, my spirit guides began to chortle the lyrics of familiar Bob Dylan songs. Suddenly and quite without warning the truck came to life. The engine now embraced in complete harmony with Dylans melodic rythms. The little monkeys began to pull ice cream sandwichs from their small tool belts. Then pickles magically began to appear. The pickles had tiny little faces which bore the resemblance of Friedrich Nietzsche during happier times. Then suddenly, all motion and sound ceased, save the hum of the engine. Startled, I looked about. The tiny little monkeys were now all crying and covered in melted ice cream. In unison they began to chant "Go now Mic, return to your brethren and share this magic, for they also will know us soon".
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It is more of a question of what some of the rest of these boards are smoking (lawsuits, whining, extremely basic questions that can be found in searches, what do you hate about your FJ, what does FJ stand for, etc etc)
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