Hi Alec,
I take your points.
I want a Series Landy because ... I fell in love with a beautiful vehicle parked on the other side of the road ... I dived out of the school "crocodile" and dashed across the road (not normal behaviour for me) to see what it was.
LAND ROVER!
I'm guessing this would have been about 1953.
I first drove a Landy at the RAF driver training school at RAF Weeton (Blackpool), although I was on the "black hand" side of things.I drove them continuously, for the next nine years. in UK, Arabia and Malaya. There was an interval (several years) after demob, that finances did not run to buying what was still a relatively new vehicle.
I consoled myself buy dropping a £10 BMC 2.2 diesel engine and gearbox into a £100 Austin Champ. It was cheaper to run than Barbara's Hillman Imp. Performance was adequate, and it was fun to drive. Reducing the sump capacity to two pints (to clear the front diff) was probably not a good idea, but it didn't seem to do any harm. Oh! Why, why, did I sell it?
I had Land Rovers, off and on for several years, but my medical retirement , circa 1985(?), and Barbara on HEO salary, enabled us to buy a few acres, breed a couple of heavy (and very sought after) heavy foals, plus all the other stuff ... Grey Fergie, Suzuki 250 4x4 Quad, street legal, bought new, and half a dozen S1 and S2 scatttered found our half acre garden. Goats, Pigs, Poultry, etc. Barbara joined in with a Reliant Sabre (Google SABRE 361WYD IMAGES to see what happened after she sold it) a TVR Vixen, and a Honda CRX (Stopped twice at over 100mph ... and told not to do it again) Married for over 50 years, and I still wake up ...screaming. I've done three new chassis rebuilds.
We moved from South Wales to a Victorian semi near Milton Keynes, to be near our daughter, then to a detached bungalow, as Barbara's knees deteriated ... she no longer walks. She has not driven since she became unable to exit neither front nor back doors. I flexed my keying fingers, and "frowned" last week (egged on by Wittsend). Three (3) knocks at front door on Sunday. Two social workers and a lady from SSAFA (Soldiers, Sailors and Air Force Association) Things might be starting to happen, My thanks to Wittsend for the nudge.
Today, Barbara told me that Freelanders are available for £3,000. I don't want a Freelander ... but that's the first time she's indicated what funds are available. She's whizz with money, so I just let her get on with it, while I keep bending the plastic. (In a previous life, she had a "mandate" with lots of zeros, and two commas. She said it ruined her housekeeping skills) I know my place.
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