First time a few months ago. (C reg 110 with 2.25 diesel)
- Where's the interior?
- What are all these dodgy homemade buttons for?
- How the F do I start it?
- I have to hold what 40 seconds and then do this and what?
- Why doesn't it turn off when I pull the key out?
- Holy crap this is loud!
- Is this what it is like to drive a tank?
- Where the flip is reverse
- BRAAAKES!
- Ok, I've got the hang of this.
- Will I make it back home (only 30 miles away)
- Hey, this smells like red diesel.
- I can fix this up no problems!
- SMILE!
Heavily pregnant with my forth child-
**** I can't get in
**** i'm too heavy for my arms to pull me in
**** i'm in
****, my stomach is resting on the steering wheel
Right, ok..... breath, start the engine..... **** I can't push the clutch down to get into first gear
OMG- GET OUT OF MY WAY NOOOOOWWWW , I don't know how to drive this
**** I can't get in
**** i'm too heavy for my arms to pull me in
**** i'm in
****, my stomach is resting on the steering wheel
Right, ok..... breath, start the engine..... **** I can't push the clutch down to get into first gear
OMG- GET OUT OF MY WAY NOOOOOWWWW , I don't know how to drive this
West Slope Rover
Well-Known Member
I drove home thinking "What the ***k did I just do?".
Now I know I bought the best car I've ever owned.
Now I know I bought the best car I've ever owned.
Sarahfoxy
New Member
1.**** **** ****, all 3 kids are in here if I have an accident
2. Right, let's get FIL back to work without giving him a heart attack
3. It didn't look this big in the photos
4. You want me to take you home WHERE?? (when MIL said can you just drive me to the smallest possible shop with toy car sized spaces)
A bit later on....
I like this
No Husband you put MY name on the log book so you're not driving it
Where did you say those green lanes were?
And it has been a land Rover love affair ever since
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2. Right, let's get FIL back to work without giving him a heart attack
3. It didn't look this big in the photos
4. You want me to take you home WHERE?? (when MIL said can you just drive me to the smallest possible shop with toy car sized spaces)
A bit later on....
I like this
No Husband you put MY name on the log book so you're not driving it
Where did you say those green lanes were?
And it has been a land Rover love affair ever since
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blue beasty
Leaks an prone to bits dropping off
Like JM I grew up driving Majors and Nuffields so bought a 72 swb Series.....sight unseen.
As I drove away watched by a worried looking farmer !st thoughts were look like you know what you're doing.....look cool.....wave....
DON'T WAVE!!! DON'T TAKE HANDS OFF THE STEERING WHEEL EVER AGAIN!!.....After doing a 27 point turn in a yard the size of a football pitch I set off and began to wonder how it had 12 months Mot when the steering wheel had only a vague and extremely tenuous relationship to the wheels.
15 minutes later it became obvious that some idiot had thought it wise to build speed bumps every few yards on the motorway and narrowed the lanes so much I was taking up 2 just travelling in a straight line but at least I had a shot at getting within walking distance of home without going through the trauma of changing gear again.
It might have occured to me to see how fast I was going once or twice but I doubted my blurred vision could have read the speedo anyway and taking my eyes of the road ahead was clearly suicidal......especially with the sudden and inexplicable number of lorries careering past me at what must have been 100 mph.
Arriving home an hour later with what, remarkably, still seemed to be a complete Landy....covered in sweat, aching all over, a nervous twitch and a stupid grin.....my last thought of the journey was...
OoooooohYES!
As I drove away watched by a worried looking farmer !st thoughts were look like you know what you're doing.....look cool.....wave....
DON'T WAVE!!! DON'T TAKE HANDS OFF THE STEERING WHEEL EVER AGAIN!!.....After doing a 27 point turn in a yard the size of a football pitch I set off and began to wonder how it had 12 months Mot when the steering wheel had only a vague and extremely tenuous relationship to the wheels.
15 minutes later it became obvious that some idiot had thought it wise to build speed bumps every few yards on the motorway and narrowed the lanes so much I was taking up 2 just travelling in a straight line but at least I had a shot at getting within walking distance of home without going through the trauma of changing gear again.
It might have occured to me to see how fast I was going once or twice but I doubted my blurred vision could have read the speedo anyway and taking my eyes of the road ahead was clearly suicidal......especially with the sudden and inexplicable number of lorries careering past me at what must have been 100 mph.
Arriving home an hour later with what, remarkably, still seemed to be a complete Landy....covered in sweat, aching all over, a nervous twitch and a stupid grin.....my last thought of the journey was...
OoooooohYES!
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