On with the build posts!
After getting my brake line installed I was off to my first Tacomaworld Meet in Montana! Was a long ways for me, 6 hours of driving, to a trail called Rock Creek. I ended up meeting some VERY good friends here that i would continue to go on many adventures with. Little did i know this trip would set the "tone" of every big trip id ever really go on in a small way.
At the meet where several people, but a few would stick with me for a long time. Lisa and Tony where two that i still am glad to call friends.
The two that really set it for me though was Ben and Mike.
I was the first person to arrive and meet Lisa, the organizer of this meet. I quickly set up my tent and pulled up a chair with her to wait for everyone else. It was at this moment i had realized i had just drive several hundred miles to meet with people id met on an online truck forum in the middle of the woods to drive our trucks around.....:Wow1:
No
regrets
eventually, everyone showed up and a couple of us decided to go for a night time little drive on the easy dirt roads, just enjoying the night. Mike didn't come, as he is anti night driving guy. Something i would forever know.
Everything went great. Around the campfire that night, Ben, Mike and I really bonded over the fired hitting it off instantly. We were forever friends and had no idea the great adventures we would do in the coming years. Was a great night and i went to bed looking forward to doing the real trail in the morning.
sadly, i wouldn't get to, well, not really in my book.
We woke up and got ready for the day and i started Frank up to get the motor warm. Then all of the sudden a huge cloud of white smoke came out of and the ground below the motor was soaked.
after some peeking under the hood, We found a freeze plug had totally blown out of the block somehow. Unable to make it stay in i had to go up the mountain in Lisas truck with her to get cell service and call my Dad to come and get me. He was not impressed or happy about it as he thought it was stupid i was up there in the first place. But he said he would come and be there in the afternoon.
So i ended up riding shotgun all day in everyone elses truck. Which was fun in its own way. But i was dying not being able to drive my own.
My dad finally showed up and put on the tough guy attitude and wasn't his jolly self. He was mad as he had planned on towing the camp trailer up the mountain that day for hunt camp for the approaching Elk season.
But he did come, and did tow my truck all the way home. Little did he know he would end up doing that plenty of times..and thus his truck became The FRV....The Frankenstein Recovery Vehicle. And eventually would end up jumping full bore into the mods himself to come on these trips. But im getting ahead of myself.
haha it is laughable how those photos look compared to how they look now. My god. So funny hahaha
Needless to say, i returned home and wanted vengeance! So got to work and fixed the truck and added more parts
