Now I'm sure there'll be those on here muttering about me being under the thumb, or some such descriptor, but as my better half now brings in more £££'s per month than does my stipend, I'm happy to subscribe to the old adage about a happy wife equalling a happy life!
No, no,....you wouldn't have been happy with your new scoot while the Mrs is leaning on her elbows staring into the engine bay of the land Rovering by the light of her Zippo.
Please do not hesitate to set me straight - but I was still under the impression that British autos in the upper price ranges are 'difficult' to own - except for those who have plenty of expendable cash.
Here - many, many choose oriental for reliability.
I actually did flinch when you first mentioned your Range Rover.
When we were in Paris my parents went to the Rover factory to pick up Dad's new Range Rover single cab. Sand tan with khaki canvases. They took him on a course to teach him to use all of its abilities. Washed it and presented it to them after a lunch. Picked them up at the airport in a Rover sedan.
He was going to use it for hunting trips in Wyoming, etc. - but discovered no one in the States made a camper to fit in the cargo bed! So he sold it in Mass. to another AirForce nut. I loved sitting in that thing - tire on the hood - with enough galvanized metals protruding to kill you many ways over if you rolled in it!
Anyway - I digress....again.
PS: it was while they were in the UK on that lovely holiday that I was being arrested in Paris. My mother will tell you all about at any, every, family get-together.
Stig
