There was a kid in high school that thought the same thing of Toyotas. If one of us had to work on our truck, he'd make some snide comment about how a Toyota would never die.
In the spring of my senior year, his transfer case split apart and puked on the road. He had to be towed by an unreliable Dodge.
After 20 years, the make is nowheres near as important as the owners. I like Chevrolets because I can service them. If I didn't do my own work, a Ford would be fine.
Apparantly not a Toyota, though!
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