When I met Steve he had a turquoise-blue 1966 Dodge pickup with an oil leak and bad seals. I thought it was a really cool. I liked its face . . . It’s what he came to rescue me in when my 510 blew a gasket on the way home from Oregon.
Lynn sold us this orange 1979 Datsun truck, with a white door, which we used the hell out of–What could go wrong? Once almost stuck at a campsite with a very steep road out. I had to get out and walk to lessen the load.
Later we tried driving down a 4×4 road from Bristlecone Pines in the White Mountains to Bishop–hey, if it gets tricky, we can just turn around, right?
1971 Datsun 510 Wagon. I loved this car–the back was huge. I could carry my whole Tama drumset and a couple of amps and guitars. I called it Beep Car because it had a weird silly horn. . Beep Car made it to Oregon and almost back, then later to Anza Borrego and back.
1981 gold Mazda GLC–Stuck in sand wash in Anza Borrego; almost stuck in Saline Valley in the snow! A Great Little Car, thanks Darlene.
Betsy, a 1957 Volkswagen van with big custom bumpers–Orcas Island by Ferry 1996, Palmdale, Y2K–blew a rod, thus precipitating:
a Rental White Chevy S10 truck
1981 white Toyota 4×4 “Orca”, because it looked so huge when we got it home. We bought it in Palmdale after searching for the perfect 4×4 for a couple of years.
1995 Toyota Tacoma, my work truck. called into service one Christmas when the 4runner blew a fuel pump on the road, 75 miles from home.
1983 Volkswagen Westfalia, Steve’s Dream. I call her “Babygirl” because she was a creampuff with 54k miles.
And still going, Steve’s prize 1988 4runner, Big Red, that we got from his sister Jo for $1.
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