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My first car as a 19 year old was a 1969
MGB GT. I still hanker after it, regret selling it, but hope that SPN 224G
is still alive and screaming around the country lanes of England. My first
ride in a Landrover was about 1980 as a trainee on exercise on Salisbury
Plain while in the Royal Marines Reserve. Actually, the only reason we got
to ride was because we were lost, and the NCOs were fed up waiting for us.
I still remember Sargent Syndon screaming at us like it was yesterday; a
great man, but a right bastard, too. The best ones always are! |
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In 1997,
we imported our first Landrover - a superb bronze green '72 109 station
wagon named Mr. Bumpy by the kids. "Perfect for Girl Scout trips", my
wife said. "Oh boy, that's great", I said with as much enthusiasm as a
condemned man can muster. Later that year, I rose to the position of Director
of the Environmental Department for the Passamaquoddy Tribe. As the majority
of the work we undertake is way off road in the boonies, and since the
Tribe owns close to 140,000 acres, and since we had already destroyed
a GMC Sierra after 20,000 miles, it seemed to me that the next logical
step was to obtain a small fleet of Landrovers. |