It seems my obsession of off-road truck racing for the last four years has taken names and come back to bite me. My house needs a lot of attention and like a woman, if you don't give it any, things go to to hell in a a handbag.
The wall falling over was a wake up call. Their are a few dedicated to our race team and feel I'm letting you guys down. We'll be back soon but I have to do what needs to be done around the house.
We've made contact with a Toyota guy that knows his stuff... In a perfect world, he'd work on the truck as I work around the house. Nothing is perfect and we'll see what happens.