QuickPoppy
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Hi all!
I (think?) I qualify still as a young’un around here at age 26, but when I first got hold of my SWB Series 3 at 18, I definitely did.
Landies, particularly series vehicles, are in my blood. My parents met god knows how long ago when they were part of a search & rescue team, and had their own Series 2(a?), reg KWK 106P. It was part of their family, as is often the case, and nicknamed “Quick Pee” / “Quick Pea”, whichever takes your fancy.
QP unfortunately had to be sold, a heartbreaking affair I’m assured, but a necessary one to take on the burden of a child (hello!), and to this day if you check the govt site for tax & MoT, QP’s tax expired a month before I was born in 1998.
There have been others throughout the years - I remember a disco 1 who’s bonnet would pop open with a slight breeze, and a series 1 which was disassembled by my dad and never quite made it back to it’s single-piece state before being sold off, again due to life getting in the way.
My first words, after “mum”, and “dad”, were “Land Rover”. These unreliable old dogs are in my blood. I didn’t learn to love them as we all do, I am fairly certain I was born with an obligation to do so.
So, upon turning 18, I made the best mistake of my life, and purchased a (questionably) ex-MOD series 3 88”, and… it’s sat on the drive ever since. It came to us pre-named “Poppy”, and much like old dogs, I don’t think re-naming her would be right, so Poppy she is.
Poppy has a 2.5NA D, which looks to have been shoved in there by the MoD, and has suffered my learning to spanner in the form of 1 or 2 shoddy rebuilds. I did manage to get it running after it came to us with non-runner status, but a billow of bluish-greyish-whiteish unidentifiable (over-fuelling? Oil? Who knows) smoke put me down. Life got in the way, and there she’s sat since.
Now I find myself with some spare time, I’m neck deep in a 200TDI (currently sans-T) I’ve got sat in a shed on a stand, in the hopes that some open-engine-bay-surgery with a newly rebuilt engine will revive her.
Suffice to say, I know enough to be dangerous, and I don’t know enough to be even worse, but I am driven to bring a working series back into our family come hell, high water, or cracked blocks. Poppy is my homage to Quick Pee, the Landy that had to go so I could be here.
Wish me luck!
I (think?) I qualify still as a young’un around here at age 26, but when I first got hold of my SWB Series 3 at 18, I definitely did.
Landies, particularly series vehicles, are in my blood. My parents met god knows how long ago when they were part of a search & rescue team, and had their own Series 2(a?), reg KWK 106P. It was part of their family, as is often the case, and nicknamed “Quick Pee” / “Quick Pea”, whichever takes your fancy.
QP unfortunately had to be sold, a heartbreaking affair I’m assured, but a necessary one to take on the burden of a child (hello!), and to this day if you check the govt site for tax & MoT, QP’s tax expired a month before I was born in 1998.
There have been others throughout the years - I remember a disco 1 who’s bonnet would pop open with a slight breeze, and a series 1 which was disassembled by my dad and never quite made it back to it’s single-piece state before being sold off, again due to life getting in the way.
My first words, after “mum”, and “dad”, were “Land Rover”. These unreliable old dogs are in my blood. I didn’t learn to love them as we all do, I am fairly certain I was born with an obligation to do so.
So, upon turning 18, I made the best mistake of my life, and purchased a (questionably) ex-MOD series 3 88”, and… it’s sat on the drive ever since. It came to us pre-named “Poppy”, and much like old dogs, I don’t think re-naming her would be right, so Poppy she is.
Poppy has a 2.5NA D, which looks to have been shoved in there by the MoD, and has suffered my learning to spanner in the form of 1 or 2 shoddy rebuilds. I did manage to get it running after it came to us with non-runner status, but a billow of bluish-greyish-whiteish unidentifiable (over-fuelling? Oil? Who knows) smoke put me down. Life got in the way, and there she’s sat since.
Now I find myself with some spare time, I’m neck deep in a 200TDI (currently sans-T) I’ve got sat in a shed on a stand, in the hopes that some open-engine-bay-surgery with a newly rebuilt engine will revive her.
Suffice to say, I know enough to be dangerous, and I don’t know enough to be even worse, but I am driven to bring a working series back into our family come hell, high water, or cracked blocks. Poppy is my homage to Quick Pee, the Landy that had to go so I could be here.
Wish me luck!
but on the flip side, who needs hard drugs when you can instead hear your rebuild fire up for the first time?
