John Phillips: A Truck Saves the Day - Car and Driver
Over the past 45 years, I’ve had some fun with trucks, but I’ve never wanted to own one. After a race at Mosport, the truck’s engine began running like a dozen doughnuts in a disposal, then it seized. “Now you’ve got a half-nice truck,” Mr. Junkyard said. Last winter, my Toyota RAV4 got mired for multiple days on the mountainside that leads to my house. When neighbor Red Schields snatched it out of four feet of snow—with me gunning the V-6 to redline as the windshield cracked “ka- ping ” from A-pillar to A-pillar—a warning light came on. It said, “Congratulations, you festival of ignorance, your... So I limped the thing 75 miles to Lithia Toyota, in Missoula, Montana, and attached myself to a friendly salesman named Brian Mohn. Brian simply ran to fetch a 381-hp Tundra SR5 4x4 TRD the color of my Brooks Brothers blazer. ” I stammered, and Brian replied, “A test drive, sure, you bet. ” But the test drive led to a remote lot where 26 other Tundras were parked in a shimmering circle like the June Taylor Dancers. “Someday, I’ll own a truck like this,” I said, “but right now I better. Source: www.caranddriver.com
