So I knew from the start that Him Outdoors was a Land Rover owner but in the beginning I wasn’t introduced to his other beloved because she was in the garage at his parents’ house for much needed repairs.
I should explain now that as with many other classic cars Land Rovers have definite personalities and lots of them have names. Please excuse my habit of referring to them as she or he it truly is a sign that they have become a part of the family.
Anyway the old girl was in the garage and I thought nothing much of it until the idea was mooted that I should join him and her on a trip to the ARC National. Now I didn’t know what an ARC National was but I thought why not! It was a chance to spend more time with the man I loved. This was the point at which his girls were introduced.
I’m not sure what I was expecting but I can honestly say it was not what I found when I stepped into that garage. There were bits everywhere and my immediate thought was that it was never going to be on the road in time. Of course I was missing a very important point about the Land Rover it is in essence a man sized construction toy and with the will and a certain amount of luck it is possible to take one apart and put it back together with relative ease. Although as many other Land Rover widows could testify the speed at which one is taken to pieces is rarely matched by the speed of rebuilding. I was unaware of this at the time just as I was unaware that being in pieces to a lesser or greater degree is one of the natural habitats of the Land Rover these were lessons that I’d learn in time.
The main thing as far as I was concerned was that thanks to a very hectic weekend for Himself and a handy mate (a handy mate is a definite necessity for Land Rover ownership) the old girl was back together and ready to take the trip to the ARC National.
