Stalker62
Well-Known Member
I am not, and never really have been, much of a 'petrol head'.
I have never really had a 'nice' car, and, truth be told, that has never bothered me. My first car was a sky-blue Vauxhall Viva, and things went pretty much down hill from there.
For many years I had a variety of 'company' cars. Smarter than I could possibly afford, and whilst it facilitated me doing my job, I never used them for 'private' purposes.
Actually that is not strictly true. I do remember using the car to collect some logs I 'liberated' from a local wood that one time...but that was the only time. Much less dramatic than a colleague I caught, being 'pinged' coming back from France in his 'company' car.
Anyhoo.
I digress.
When logs, dogs and guns came into my life, I ventured into the world of 4x4. We had a couple of 90s but they did not last long.
A short-wheel Landrover for a long-bodied bloke, is a poor combination and they had to go.
Just over twenty years ago, we bought an ex-military 110. We have criss-crossed the UK with her. I have calculated we have done 125,000 miles in her. She has been like a dirty love affair. She has certainly been dirty.
She spent many years dragging me up to Sutherland on the Sika. It was what she was meant for and where she truly belonged.
She was the first car my Grandson 'learnt to drive' in...
She took me all over the Home Counties for shooting and gamekeeping.
She even acted as the perfect larder/gralloch premises - seen here with my @Stuart Mitchell knives.
As much as it is possible to 'love' an inanimate object, I have loved her.
She is getting older. I am getting older.
The long trips up and down the length of the UK, are starting to take their toll on both of us.
My wife has been telling me to get something more 'sensible'. I have raged against it for too long; but finally I have come to the conclusion that (as always) my wife is right.
Today things have been set in motion.
This weekend, I once again head North - this time in my wife's Volvo.
I know that when I return, my beloved Landrover will be gone.
I feel an inexplicable sense of guilt and of loss.
I also feel a deep sense of sadness that I do not fully understand.
Don't tell me it's stupid - I know it's stupid.
"Goodbye old friend"...
I have never really had a 'nice' car, and, truth be told, that has never bothered me. My first car was a sky-blue Vauxhall Viva, and things went pretty much down hill from there.
For many years I had a variety of 'company' cars. Smarter than I could possibly afford, and whilst it facilitated me doing my job, I never used them for 'private' purposes.
Actually that is not strictly true. I do remember using the car to collect some logs I 'liberated' from a local wood that one time...but that was the only time. Much less dramatic than a colleague I caught, being 'pinged' coming back from France in his 'company' car.
Anyhoo.
I digress.
When logs, dogs and guns came into my life, I ventured into the world of 4x4. We had a couple of 90s but they did not last long.
A short-wheel Landrover for a long-bodied bloke, is a poor combination and they had to go.
Just over twenty years ago, we bought an ex-military 110. We have criss-crossed the UK with her. I have calculated we have done 125,000 miles in her. She has been like a dirty love affair. She has certainly been dirty.
She spent many years dragging me up to Sutherland on the Sika. It was what she was meant for and where she truly belonged.
She was the first car my Grandson 'learnt to drive' in...
She took me all over the Home Counties for shooting and gamekeeping.
She even acted as the perfect larder/gralloch premises - seen here with my @Stuart Mitchell knives.
As much as it is possible to 'love' an inanimate object, I have loved her.
She is getting older. I am getting older.
The long trips up and down the length of the UK, are starting to take their toll on both of us.
My wife has been telling me to get something more 'sensible'. I have raged against it for too long; but finally I have come to the conclusion that (as always) my wife is right.
Today things have been set in motion.
This weekend, I once again head North - this time in my wife's Volvo.
I know that when I return, my beloved Landrover will be gone.
I feel an inexplicable sense of guilt and of loss.
I also feel a deep sense of sadness that I do not fully understand.
Don't tell me it's stupid - I know it's stupid.
"Goodbye old friend"...
