I know the feeling of covered in gas unfortunately. Luckily during the day but about 30 degrees. Was replacing a fuel filter and didn;t crack the cap so all the pressure exploded gas all over me. Lots of fun in back yard hosing down in 30 degrees
After looking again I think it is just the sun bleach of the lower lip that threw me off. Here's my 01 which has the same lip but slightly different color. It was very odd in 2000 when I bought the 2001. There were something like 3 or 4 different bumpers depending on the model of 4Runner. Full paint on limited, full paint on some sport models, or chrome, and options on fender flares. Bought mine specifically with the chrome bumper
Yeah - unfortunate that the green paint turned out to be that way. It was a gorgeous color when new. Front bumper puzzles me. Mine is 2001 but I thouhgt the only choices were painted or chrome. Your looks like it has a lower lip of something else
Not sure how deep that is or how deep you may take it but you probably need to look at shoring up the walls - expecially since you have small kid helping.
I don't remember any spoiled girls with Vegas because we had several. Dad would buy them cheap and sleeve the engine and then you had a pretty reliable teenager car. I may have set a record - mine was sold at 130K wihtout sleeving it and it only let me down once - water pump failed on the way home from Auburn. Luckily it was a very easy car to work on. Put a new pump on while in a parking lot and drove home.
Just ordered a callaway apex 21 hybrid - cause it was on sale at preowned. Trading in a couple of Pings I picked up as trade bait when Golfsmith was closing.
I have similar higher end iron that I got in 2000 from an outdoor store on Airport. Replacing the cushions evry two years is perfect. After 20+ I need to powdercoat them for the next 20 years
For a minute I thought you meant The Quarry in San Antonio. Played that a few years ago for a business meeting in August. Their are 4-5 holes that are way below ground level so it was about 120 degrees and no wind. Only time I ever remember in a scramble when we took the first decent shot. No sense hanging around for everyone to hit. I called those holes The Frying Pan
My right arm says hold my beer. Freak accident in the first hour of black diamond week at Taos. Nothing to do with getting ego ahead of skill. Hit a small rut at 5 mph, fell on right side and snapped the upper right arm clean across and split the stub into the shoulder. Didn't even knock the skiies off. Sometimes it happens. It happened on an icy slope and guessing there was a large rock under the ice