1989 right after I bought it. Didn't do a whole lot to it other than cage it with belts and repair everything I broke. I was probably in Kimber or LaBranca every day I wasn't working. Lots of weekend Pismo trips with the boys.
My love for the dirt started like many, with my dad, pretty much as soon as I could hold my head up we were camping or 4wheeling, and as soon as I could walk I was riding something. I had an ATC70 in the early 80's stalling out in the water at Azusa Canyon and getting stuck on purpose in Glamis. Fast forward to my first vehicle (I have zero pictures of this one) which was a 1965 C-10, long bed 2wd. One weekend when my parents went out of town I found a little map gas torch in the garage and proceeded to heat the springs. That was pretty much the beginning. That truck was short lived as I knew I needed my own 4x4.
Yeah, my brother and I rocked Mullets back in the day
The Great Pumpkin.
From there I bought a Ranger (who knew) and this began my love for fabrication
My brother had another view of the above photo blown up and framed it for me, I think either for my birthday or Christmas (pic from Easter trip in Glamis)
Long night working on my Ranger
My buddies Ranger I did some work on
Bonus picture, if you know, you know (from 1999 as well)