The thing about classic and collectible cars and trucks is....anybody with money can buy one. For a small percentage of those people, they can afford a rare or unique vehicle. And for a very few lucky individuals....they can stumble upon that rare vehicle in some long forgotten resting place and bring it back to life for the world to see and enjoy.
This story....or "Project Iron Pig" as I've dubbed it....is an example of that last option.
Some car guys have made it their ambition just to find those "barn find" treasures. The buying and selling and collecting of classic vehicles may have become too mundane for them....though I can't imagine why. Classic cars have always thrilled me to be around, and they likely always will. But like any addiction I suppose...you eventually build up a tolerance and need to get more extreme with your fix. So people make it their work to find "barn find" vehicles and nothing more.
Often times you can go months without a solid lead. Unless you're one of the pesky types traveling the back roads of America, snooping around the yards of car hoarders or other people too lazy to properly dispose of their old vehicles. Call yourself a "picker", or call yourself an asshole....it's about the same. I take issue with the "picker" types who make it their business to disturb people who otherwise would be minding their own business. But I understand some of these pickers are responsible for helping to facilitate the bringing back to life of so many forgotten or abandoned classics.
I won't pass much judgement here because truthfully....if I happened to be driving down an old country back road here in Wisconsin, and see some broken down classic sitting in the yard of some rickety dwelling....I might have a hard time resisting the temptation to pull over, knock on their door, and inquire about said vehicle.
But I wouldn't make a business out of it...
So for me, stumbling on a barn find vehicle like this was almost assuredly going to be a matter of sheer dumb luck.
Recently I made a cross-country trip out to California to meet my girlfriend's family for the first time. It was also my first time being in the state of California, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Being somewhat of a small town guy from Wisconsin, the idea of L.A. and southern California seemed a bit out there for me to grasp. I just told myself to keep an open mind about the whole trip and see what happened.
Well a few days into our stay in southern California, my girlfriend's father and I are hitting it off pretty well it seemed. He had an appreciation for motorcycles, but also the right kind of car or truck. We spent hours upon hours discussing cars, trucks, and motorcycles. Finally, one morning while I'm enjoying some coffee....he slides over a couple old photo albums of his that he had dug out prior to my waking up. Unsure of what they contained photos of, I cautiously pulled them closer to me. Upon doing so, I saw a central photograph on the cover of one album that answered my question. There was a picture of an old Jeep CJ5 in the hills of southern California, doing some off-roading with other 4x4's in line behind it.
Turns out my girlfriend's father was into off-roading kind of seriously back in the early 1980's, and the CJ5 had belonged to him. As I gladly paged through the album looking at photo after photo of 4x4 rigs trying to scale steep grades or climb over boulders....we began a conversation about his days spent as a Jeep owner and off-roading enthusiast. I mentioned to him that I had always had a soft spot in my heart for Jeeps and 4x4's in general, and that as a teenager in high-school I had always dreamed of having a nice 4x4 rig of my own some day. His response to that admission caught me off guard quite a bit....
"One of my friends has an old Land Cruiser he'd like to get rid of..." came his serious sounding reply.
"Really?" I said with some reservations.
Now I'll be the first to admit here....that I've never been a Toyota guy. And I've never been a Land Cruiser guy either. But that didn't mean I didn't have a ton of respect for the Land Cruiser's place in the 4x4 community. I knew they had a devoted and loyal following, and I knew they were plenty capable off-roading rigs. Aside from that...all I knew about Land Cruisers was what an FJ40 looked like. And I only knew that from seeing all the tricked out FJ40's in the pages of the 4x4 and off-road magazines I had read as a teen. So naturally, my first thoughts of "an old Land Cruiser" was that of an FJ40.
"One of the old FJ40's?" I inquired confidently.
"No" he began. "It's an FJ55."
At that point I was totally lost. I had no idea what an FJ55 even looked like. Probably because I had never seen one....anywhere. Not in the pages of magazines as a teen. Not at local car shows. Nowhere had I ever seen an FJ55. In fact, before he said "it's an FJ55"....I was unaware that designation even existed for Land Cruisers.
Making a long story short, my girlfriend's father tried as best he could to explain what an FJ55 looked like to me. When that appeared to be failing, he finally uttered in frustration..."Well, we can just go over there and look at it some day!"
Now the wheels were turning in my head. I kept racking my brain to try and remember what an FJ55 looked like...and I just couldn't! So for the next couple of days it ate away at me. I would pester my girlfriend's father for more information about his friend's Land Cruiser so I could try and gauge in my mind what to expect when we finally laid eyes on it. I knew enough to know not to build it up in my mind as going to be some magnificent find, only to arrive and discover a wreck totally beyond saving.
From what I could gather from my girlfriend's father, this friend of his was an off-road enthusiast who had purchased the Land Cruiser new....but never really did much off-roading with it. In fact I was told his off-roading with the rig never amounted to much beyond driving on dirt roads. I was also privy to the knowledge that he'd been trying to figure out what to do with it for the past few years. It had been sitting since 2000, which was when he finally stopped driving it with 119k original miles on it. It was parked and left alone. It had been offered to his sons during that time, but neither of them had any interest in spending the money to restore it apparently. (What I would find out later, is that the son who knew the most about the FJ55....knew how near impossible parts for it would be to get!) So it remained parked for 14 years....until I was informed of it's existence.
Finally the day came when we could drive over and see the old iron pig for ourselves. I still had no idea what it would look like, as I was on vacation and adhering to a strict "no internet" policy for my own enjoyment. Where as I would have Googled an FJ55 had this all happened at some other time, I went into this viewing blind. As we made our way to the resting spot of the FJ55, and the owner unlocked the gate and swung it open....there I laid my eyes on an FJ55 for the very first time in my life.






These pictures were taken rather rapidly, as when I turned on the digital camera I had brought along...it signaled to me that the battery was about to wear out. So I scurried around the FJ55 in the narrow lot it had been parked in, and snapped as many pictures as I could before my batteries died. What you see above is all I could get taken before the camera shut itself down. But as you can see, there is definitely some work that needs to be done....primarily on rust repair. The owner seemed to think the engine would turn over and start with only some minor tinkering.
The good news is....the owner assured me he would be holding onto this FJ55 for me until I could return at a future date and finalize the sale.
The better news is....because he is a long-time friend of my girlfriend's father, I can likely trust him to keep that promise to me.
The bad news is.....(there's always bad news!)....for reasons I will go into at another time in the future....this FJ55 is unable to be driven out of it's current location.
Make sure to subscribe to this blog to keep up to date on getting this rare pig back here to Wisconsin. It's going to be one helluva journey!