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One Week With The 2009 Toyota 4Runner: A Review and a Few Lessons
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You’ve seen Bradley’s review of the Nissan Cube. Now, lets get into the driver seat of the 2009 Toyota 4Runner.
Gear Patrol’s request to Toyota for a 4Runner resulted in the procurement of a Salsa Red Pearl 2009 Toyota 4Runner Limited, V8. A beast, this is. It couldn’t help but remind us of just 10 years ago, when fellow high school cronies couldn’t get their grubby mitts off of one. Everyone from the high school quarterback (not this writer), to the chess club captain (not this writer) wanted one, and rightfully so. Whether the base model or a loaded-to-the-gills Limited version, the 4Runner melded just the right amount of ruggedness, utility, and style. It was an SUV in the days when saying you drove the acronym purported any kind of specific cool. A day, long before crossovers, roll-over protection, and gas mileage concerns. It was the day of $1.25 gas and a free car wash with fill-up.
We had plotted a course that would take us from Los Angeles to Las Vegas by way of Joshua Tree National Park for a photoshoot with the 4Runner, as well as an alternate route via the Mojave desert. This trip was ultimately about a poker game at our weekend digs in the Encore Hotel at the Wynn Casino in Las Vegas, a seemingly ideal excursion to let the 4Runner and it’s not-so fuel-efficient, yet seductively powerful, V8 stretch its legs (a more miserly V6 is widely available).
Lets get the technical aspects out of the way. The 2009 Toyota 4Runner is in its last model year before a redesign. Those of you men who only like the latest and greatest should hold off for next year. However, most car nuts will agree that vehicles tend to be at their finest the year before a new model hits the roads. Engineers and designers have managed to work out all the kinks and bugaboos and everything works as it should. Our 4Runner was no exception.
The 2009 4Runner rides on a reinforced body-on-frame design, a tried and true but dated method of building
cars trucks. This is in comparison with integrated vehicle design (modern crossovers, cars) which tends to result in more stability. When you look past all the electronic gadgetry and plastic body molding, the 4Runner’s roots are basically based off of mudslinging, utilitarian pick-up trucks. It is, after all, of the same genes as the Toyota HiLux, which Top Gear made infamous by demonstrating its near impossibility to destroy. Unfortunately, Gear Patrol doesn’t have the budget to buy our own Toyota to annihilate (perhaps one day…), but we’ll take our collective experience with Toyota’s to trust this 4Runner’s longevity.
In terms of aesthetics, the best shot at explaining the looks of the Oh-Nine 4Runner takes us back to the high school metaphor. Remember the one girl you knew in high school that would still look great today? Well, fast forward to your 10 year reunion and she still does looks great, but you’re older… wiser. You’ve matured (as has she), and though she still looks great, you know there are better looking options. This is the 4Runner and if/when you do get one, you realize you’re not necessarily buying it for its current looks. Some will like the blocky bumpers and bulging fender flares, but the style won’t translate to off-road performance. The profile of the 4Runner we’ve all come to know and love is still there, but its now shopping for clothes at Talbots rather than Express.
That aside, the 4Runner has rugged chops. The 237 horsepower 4.0 liter V6 and 260 horsepower 4.7 liter V8 both perform admirably paired with the silky 5-speed automatic transmission. The V8 has a brawny growl that never grows old, unlike the frequent trips to the gas station you’ll be making. Acceleration is a confident endeavor in the 4Runner, and highway passing is smooth and capable; we’d go so far as saying, it ramps up with gusto. It should be noted that in a quick side test we were able to get the V8 4Runner to 15mph… in idle. Yes, idle.
Utilitarians will appreciate the 9.1 inches of ground clearance (yet still handles with aplomb on the interstate), optional locking rear differential, optional Bilstein shocks, and hefty towing capabilities. In our limited off-road testing (Mojave and Joshua Tree National Park trails), the 4Runner remained composed, navigating steep obstacles and pot holes the size of a Prius without skipping a beat. The V8 growled like a mechanical zealot and the suspension kept this particular driver from spilling his obnoxiously massive McCafé iced coffee… with milk.