This will be all the historical information about this car.
I have been in contact with the 2nd owner of the car, who has
had it from 1976 - 2006.
The history of the car and where its been is amazing. 48
states - only one minor accident - only one breakdown....
He will hopefully get some photos for me to put up.
Until then, here is what he sent me so far.
His name is Ed also, and he sent me a story of the car. Im
glad I met him, and look forward to hearing and reading more
about it. I just did a cut/paste, so the story is all him... (also in
his story he talks about the stickers on the car...I have always
planned to leave them just where they are because I think its
neat that this car has been all over the U.S., and these
stickers are like mile markers. So dont worry Ed, those
stickers will always be there (although I dont have AAA)).
I think sometimes we forget that these can be more than just
cars... they can be parts of our family, parts of our sadness,
parts of our happiness and parts of our lives.
Toyota memories
"A Deserted Comedy"
Around 1977 I decided to take another driving adventure from Florida to California and back. My little brown Toyota
had performed faultlessly on one previous cross-country trip. One begins to build a bond with a trustworthy
machine that performs reliably, and in my mind's eye, the little brown Toyota was a little engine that could, as it
eventually chugged its way all across all the lower 48 states. It seemed to be a tough little boy and I named him
"Mongol".
Before that trip I found a manual on Toyota engine maintenance. The engine in the Toyota is a small 18,000 cc
engine called the 18RC. The engine was so small that when I opened the hood I could easily see the ground on
either side of the engine. In any case, I was excited to learn to work on the engine and that instruction manual
taught me how to change the oil, various filters, gaskets, as well as how to adjust the points and timing etc. The
beginning of the comedy was the exploded view of the engine which showed how to take apart the entire engine.
I drove all the way from Sarasota to San Francisco in what was a long and beautiful adventure and on the way
back towards Florida, as the trip seemed to be getting longer, I found a distant primitive campground somewhere in
the desert in Utah. This was way before the days of Internet and GPS and this campground, which was off a major
interstate, just had a sign that requested $2 cash to be put into a little box per night. The sign said there was only
periodic maintenance to this site but that it was observed from air patrols. The first night I got some badly needed
rest and not a single plane or car went by. There was just nobody around. Somewhat bored but wanting to rest for
a little while longer before resuming the drive, my attention drifted to the Toyota maintenance manual and once
again I saw the diagram of the exploded engine. I had bought all the tools I needed to work on the car and was
excited about having learned to do routine maintenance myself. So I had one of those ideas that seemed to only
make sense at the time, which was that I had a couple of blankets and plastic sheeting to protect parts from the
sand, and that I could take apart the engine just like the diagram showed. So that was how I spent the rest of the
day: taking apart the engine as deeply as I could without requiring heavy shop tools and placed all the pieces
carefully on the ground on blankets and plastic. And towards the end of the day, I looked at all the parts all around
the car in a fleeting moment of pride before a sinking feeling hit me; what if I couldn't put it back together again
properly?? I had not seen any sign of a soul for two days and it didn't feel like company was coming. It was just
getting dark and I had a hard time falling asleep wondering what I would do if I could not get the car working
properly again, since there was no telephone at this primitive campsite, and of course it was way before
cellphones. I am happy to report, however, that next morning, piece by piece I put the engine back together again,
reconnected the battery, and, lo and behold, Mongol purred back to life on the first try. Relieved and refreshed, I
jaunted back to Florida and I knew that I would be having more adventures traveling with Mongol.
This was the second of 5 round trip cross country tours I took with Mongol. On the next trip my girlfriend
accompanied me and we had a trip we will always remember. On the next trip, I drove to Southern California to go
to graduate school. On the last trip I drove from New York City to San Francisco where I lived for 2 years before
returning East. From the photos I see on the website devoted to Mongol's restoration, I still see the bumper decals
from the neighborhood parking in San Francisco. From an even earlier time I still see the parking decal from my
college days back in Florida.
That little Toyota was my only car for 30 years, and it always worked reliably except for only two times; once when
a radiator hose broke in Los Angeles, and once when the rear wheel axle bearings broke while driving through
Minnesota.
I was so sad when I had to let it go in 2006 because I needed a larger van type of automobile for more space to
transport my equipment. But I was thrilled to learn that the trusty little machine was "re-in-car-nated" and looks
better than ever. It feels so good that the little car that always started and never failed for 30 years is rewarded and
continues to operate well and look great. To me, it's a small symbol of justice in the universe.