PennSilverTaco's "Perfect 5-Lug Regular Cab" Build, Aspergers, and General BS MegaThread!

Most of the time when people talk about the "2.4" will be referring to the "22R". That was the "famous" (or infamous?) Toyota 4-banger truck engine.

The only reason there are so many more of the 2.4's with super high mileage than 2.7's (specifically, 2TR), is because they are SO OLD. The 2TR has only been available since model year 2005. That's 12 years. The 2.4 (22R or 22R-E) has been available since 1981 (that's 36 years). In fact, they haven't even MADE that engine since 1997. That means it was discontinued 8 years before the 2TR was first available.

So its only natural that all of the 22R's that are *still on the road* are going to be getting up to pretty high mileage.

The OTHER 2.4 will be the 2RZ-FE, which was the "small bore" version of the 3RZ-FE (another 2.7), well, more or less..., which evolved into the 2TR, so that one really bridged the gap between the 22R and the 2TR. Discontinued after model year 2004. Once again, vehicles with this engine will be OLDER and thus HIGHER MILEAGE than vehicles with a 2TR.

 

The short answer is yes.
If you are talking about a comparison between the maximum reasonable lifespan of the 2.4 vs the 2.7, everything else being equal, well nobody really knows yet. For all practical purposes, they will both last nearly forever.

Most modern vehicles are easily capable of 200,000 miles given they are in "normal" service and receive regular maintenance. Of course severe service and infrequent maintenance will shorten the life, eventually. Toyota 4-cylinder models commonly go 300,000+ even with severe service. It's very likely that our engines will outlast the rest of the vehicle.

The A340E is a very good transmission and has been used in heavier vehicles, with with 6-cyl and V8 engines -- including Sequoia, Tundra, Supra, and Lexus LS400: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyota_A_transmission#A340E_.2830-40LE.29
I took the pan off mine at 120,000 miles and didn't see any dirt or build up. So I wiped the pan, replaced the filter and pan gasket, and from here forward I will never open it up again, doing only a drain and fill (basically refresh the fluid) every 30,000 miles. Should go at least 300,000 miles since it sees light duty most of the time.

 

You could call me pretty much a non-fan of aftermarket metal backed guides.







The set I used in my 22R-E went about 60K before breaking and ruining my engine. But it did result in me building this beauty.

 

I got one of those seat belt buckles off of eBay for a few dollars. Even has TRD stamped on it.

 

My dealer won't disable mine either. I even found the same thing you did in the manual. I tried the Carista app but it doesn't allow for customization on a 2015, just diagnostics. I might try Techstream next but god dangit, it shouldn't be this difficult.

 

Went to my dealer and told them it was annoying ( 2015 limited ). Had a tech come out with his computer and 5 mins later done. He said have a good day, I said thanks here's $20. Done and done. Guess I was lucky.

 

There's a thread on here with instructions that worked for my 2009 TRD Sport 4x4 (access cab, V-6, manual). Think it was in a sticky.

 

I told them my lab rode in the passenger seat and needed it turned off for that reason. Turned it off for me no charge.

 

it turns off after 30 seconds

 

One of my closest friends got a 2003 Toyota Highlander Limited 4x4 (LOADED, leather, sunroof, JBL sound; the first car most guys only dream of) from his dad in 2011. He'd had his license for about 3 years prior to getting the Highlander, but he came from a 2-car family. His dad is a successful attorney, licensed to practice law in Pennsylvania and Jersey. He bought the Highlander new and drove it a lot, but he took care of it. Pride in ownership was not a trait my friend inherited from his dad. Sure, he kept up with routine maintenance like oil changes so it at least ran good, but he never cleaned the damn thing, inside or out.


The Highlander had well over 170K miles by the time it was passed from father to son, and it had some damage to the front bumper that had been caused by my friend when he was still on his learner's permit, but it was otherwise mint. In the summer of 2013, we had a record-breaking heat wave and when I rode with him I realized that his A/C just wasn't blowing as cold as it should. It was dark out but still in the high 80s with oppressive humidity. By comparison, my friend would have been complaining that it was too cold if we were in my Tacoma. The Highlander had 185K miles on it by then and still had the dent in the bumper, but it had a lot of life left it in it so my friend made an appointment with the dealer to get the A/C recharged. Of course this was the middle of summer so the dealer was swamped and it was quite a few days before they could fit him in. Less than a week after that hot summer night and before the A/C was fixed, that gem of a first vehicle met a premature death when my friend managed to rear-end somebody going like 40 MPH. Both airbags blew and the entire front end was destroyed. Back when it was new, they probably would have fixed it, but it was 10 years old and had almost 200K on the clock.

Luckily my friend's dad decided he missed driving an SUV and bought a new RAV4, so my friend got the 2011 Altima 3.5SL that his dad had originally bought to replace the Highlander. Backing up had been more of a struggle for my friend than it had been for me, but the Altima even had a backup camera!

I told my friend to change his ways because I doubted he would get a third chance. He has taken much better care of the Altima, though unfortunately a big rig smashed into the driver's door in a K-Mart parking lot and did $3,500 in damage. The car was parked and by the time my friend came out the truck was gone. I don't even think the driver realized he hit the car. Luckily my friend had really good insurance that paid for hit-and-runs without raising his rates, but he still had a huge deductible. Maybe a year later, a 17-year old girl in a Corolla rear-ended my friend at a red light and did $5K in damage.

Luckily there's a difference between bad driving and just plain bad luck... But yeah, people who treat vehicles shit make me angry...

Keep in mind I am also the same guy who taught a 19-year old female coworker who'd just gotten her learner's permit how to parallel park in his Tacoma and will soon be giving another friend with Asperger's like himself driving lessons in it, and my friend with the Altima is probably the one friend I'd never allow to drive my truck based purely on his luck with the Highlander and the Altima...

 

I sold my '96 T100 3RZ-FE with over 400k on it in early 2014. I don't remember the mileage exactly, I believe it was around 420,000, but she was still running great. I maintained it religiously, and it saw pretty hard duty as a delivery truck for the first ~300k. After that, it retired to be my daily. I don't remember doing anything to the engine that falls outside PMs except a MAF sensor.

 

My cousin is a vet tech so she tells me stories all the time that leave me asking "How the hell could a dog eat that?" Dogs getting into stashes of weed is something happens more often than any experienced stoner who owns a dog would care to admit, and the same goes for used tampons. My friend's Boxer/Lab mix who is almost 5 now has eaten both, and also survived getting hit by two cars in a row at the same time before she even turned 1 year old!

And forget about weed; A friend's dog once gotten into another's friend's stash of the green stuff! I don't personally know any dogs that have unintentionally snorted coke, but that seems to happen quite a bit as well based on what I've read online...

The one story I have that tops not only anything I ever experienced with my own dog and my boss's dog, but every story I've ever heard. My cousin's now-deceased female Yellow Lab, Sandy, who was then no more than 2 years old at the time, decided that my cousin's plastic toy tugboat looked good enough to eat. Actually, to say she ate it would be an understatement. This red and yellow plastic boat could best be described as a pool toy, and it was almost as big Sandy was. Our grandma bought us both identical toy tugboats in like 1993 or 1994, and mine ended up finding a new owner through a garage sale in about 1999 after surviving my childhood and the less voracious (not by much) appetite of my Black Labrador, Molly, who was about 7 months older than Sandy. The tugboat was relegated to outdoor toy status by 1996-1997 and spent the last of its short life on the back patio. Nobody even saw Sandy eat the damn thing! My cousin was like 6 or 7 at the time, and he came out one morning to play in the backyard, and he found a cluster of red and yellow plastic shavings where he was pretty sure there had been a tugboat the day before. Like I said, I don't think anybody actually so much as witnessed the Labrador stalking it's prey, much less actually moving in for the kill and eating it. My cousin may have been a mere first grader at the time, but he was more than smart enough to put two and two together. He was too amazed to be mad at Sandy, amazed specifically at the fact that a female Labrador retriever barely out of puppyhood managed to eat a toy plastic boat almost as big she was without anybody seeing her do it, and then not suffering any negative side effects later on. This same dog came within one day of dying in 1997 at just two years of when she swallowed half of a rope toy and it became lodged in her intestines (that story can be seen in the posts).

By the way, there was a time from 1995 to 1999 when we had all three original colors of Labrador in our family. My dad's brother got a Chocolate Lab named Maddie for free from the Alpo dog food company in 1991 or 1992 and that was the family pet for hi, his wife, and his two daughters. Maddie was born in like 1989 and was almost 6 by the time Molly was born. They got along but while Molly was an energetic puppy who wanted to play, Maddie had never been too energetic to begin with, was well past the puppy stage, and just wanted to lie around. Sandy, a Yellow Lab, came into the family when my mom's sister and her husband gave into the demands of their two boys. Molly was born in December 1994 and Sandy was born in July 1995. Sandy and Maddie never met, and Maddie was put to sleep in 1999 at the age of 10 because she had cancer. Sandy was euthanized in January or February 2009 at age of 13 due to numerous health problems. Molly not only outlived both of her "cousins," but also exceeded the normal lifespan for a Labrador. Plagued by worsening arthritis since about 2007, my parents and I decided to send Molly to the Rainbow Bridge when her kidneys started to fail and she stopped eating, just twelve days after her 15th birthday.

 

By comparison, My Black Lab, Molly (December 11, 1994-December 23, 2009) ate a number of things she shouldn't have, but I can remember only one such occasion that resulted in an unplanned trip to the vet. My dog also jumped out the open front passenger window of my dad's 1993 S-10 Blazer at a red light when she was barely a year and half old, landed on her back, and managed to not get hurt... Needless to say she wasn't allowed to ride shotgun again..

In 1995, she managed to eat an ant trap which resulted in my mom grabbing me and the dog, and making a mad dash to an emergency vet we'd never been to because it was like 10 at night and her regular vet was closed. They induced vomiting, and I proudly brag to this day that Molly managed to survive skin cancer and make it to 15.

 

And then there's Sandy...

Sandy was a dog who had weapons-grade flatulence in her older age... If any living thing can clear a family of four from a minivan in a matter of seconds with one fart, that is a talent in it's own right...

This actually happened! It was right after Christmas 2008, and Sandy was loaded in the back of my aunt and uncle's 1997 Plymouth Voyager (my aunt and uncle deserved a new Lexus and could easily afford one, but they were the type of people who regularly held onto vehicles until almost 200K miles, and wouldn't get rid of them until something expensive broke, or on one specific occasion was donated to charity because it failed state-mandated emissions testing, in the case of the 1985 Mazda GLC my uncle bought new and drove daily until about 2001). Anyway, the van was loaded and my aunt, uncle, and two cousins got in the van. We were standing at the front door to wave goodbye. My uncle did not even get the engine started. All of a sudden, there was panicked movement inside the van and everyone piled out as if the van was on fire. I didn't even have to ask what had happened because I figured it out pretty quickly.... The evidence was clear...

They were fanning the air in front of their faces which itself is a pretty dead giveaway, and then everyone was saying things like "Oh, Sandy!" or "Goddamn it, Sandy!" Leaving both front doors and both sliding doors open for 5 minutes did a sufficient job of airing the van out, and they were back on the road in no time.

 

My 3 legged boxer once ate 2lbs of Sumatra whole bean coffee, brown paper bag and all, while I was carrying groceries into the house.

I called our vet at home and she said to induce vomiting immediately and call her back if his heart rate became abnormal. The next 24 hours were spent cleaning up vomit and diarrhea while checking his heat rate.

Normal dogs have accidents on the tile floor.....Dogs with 3 legs have accidents, slip and fall in the accident, then fall 4 more times trying to stand up.

 

I just kicked my Tacoma down to one of my field officers who desperately needed it. Now I'm rehabbing a neglected 2007 Ram 1500 for my replacement rig.

 

Wait, personal vehicle or department vehicle? That thing got a Hemi?

 

When I was 16 me and two buddies, Ray and Dean, where out at a party drinking. Dean said that he was house sitting for a friend of his parents. So we headed over to the house to drink all the booze and roll a bunch of smokes. After way too much booze we decided to take the car in the garage for a rip out in the back roads. Soon we were bombing through a corn field, corn and corn stocks smashing of the windshield. Dean was driving, Ray was in the passenger side, I was in the back. I remember Dean yelling "T-bone slide". He hammered the brakes and cranked the wheel. While sliding we hit an culvert or something and next thing we are rolling. Not sure how many times we rolled but it was a few. Ended up hanging up side down in the car. I looked at Dean, then over to Ray but Ray wasn't there. He was not wearing his seat belt and got thrown out the window.
So me and Dean got out of the car and started looking for Ray. It was pitch black out but I found Ray out cold laying on the ground. I woke him and did a quick once over of him looking for injuries. Found he had a big gash on the inside of his elbow and was bleeding pretty good. I took my shirt of and rapped it around his arm. We then walked 2 or 3 k back to town. Got to Rays house and his parents were asking wtf happened. So we told them Ray was jumped in the park by some natives. His dad and a buddy went to the park looking for said natives. Ray went to the hospital and got stitched up. Thankfully his dad and buddy didn't run into any body at the park.
About three months later I was in the arcade when Dean came and and said to me "we're busted, the cops know everything". My heart dropped, then he said "haha, just fucking with you lol". Not funny asshole. Well no shit the very next day, I'm at the arcade after school again and in walks Ray, eyes tearing up. "The cops know everything' we're busted". At first I thought he was fucking with me like Dean did but no. I walked home and seen the cops at my house. Ended up with a bunch of charges, break and enter, theft over 5g's theft under 5g's ect... Lucky for me there's a young offenders act here and I got off with just community service.

TLDR, I was dumb when I was younger, thank god for the young offenders act!