While I wouldn’t consider myself a collector, I tend to keep things for a long time. The ’82 Toyota Hilux I purchased in college, my first four-wheel drive, still sits in my garage. The Coleman stove, lantern, and ice chest, acquired around the same time, though they’ve been “refurbished” with Krylon and layers of duct tape, are used regularly. When the odometer on my ’02 Tacoma, which doubles as an abode and mobile office when I’m on the road, clicked past the 170,000-mile mark, I figured it was time to give it an overhaul. I’d performed regular maintenance (oil, brakes, timing belt), but the transmission was howling like an aggravated hippo, the DR suspension—which was top-of-the-line when I installed it in 2006—was damping my ride like an out-of-control Slinky, and…