Later that afternoon I ended up at the fairgrounds with a couple pros from Nitro Circus, riding dirt bikes and doing a damn fine job of not completely wrecking myself. After ripping around for half an hour or so, I looked up and saw a Tacoma drifting across the horizon, leaving what looked like a sandstorm following in its tracks. I had to get in on this.
Although I wasn't allowed to drive, sitting shotgun and watching while the driver (a professional drifter whose name I unfortunately forgot) expertly whipped the wheel and threw the e-brake was still an insane experience. No less than 10 times did I think we were going to flip this truck… and no less than 10 times was I proven wrong (see above re: tweaked suspension). Slayer's "Black Magic" played on.
That's the point of the Tacoma: it's a pickup made for pure enjoyment, fun and play. It wasn't made for surly ranchers hauling around trailers filled with barn animals and/or livestock and/or Mumford & Sons -- although, if you're wondering, it's capable of towing up to 6,800 lbs. It was made for the adventurer: the weekend warrior who doesn't need a full size, but something reasonable that will haul around their gear as they go play around on the trails for the afternoon. It's one of those vehicles that opens up doors to adventures you couldn't take otherwise.