45 Years of Range Rover
The Range Rover is now 45 years old
Have you had one?
Ours was the iconic Range Rover Classic V8. By the time we acquired the Rangey it had seen better days. The head lining hung down, meeting the rising almost-physical-fug of smell from the carpet’s mould.
The short, spiky fibres of 1980s plastic used to create the seat fabric would have truly irritated delicate legs, but it was now to carry fat, hairy blokes in muddy jeans or cammo-trousers so that didn’t matter any more.
Faded black paint, touched up here and there with household gloss and Hammerite by someone using not a paintbrush but a dead badger. Whilst balancing on a tightrope.
Bumpers which had been used to shore-up a demolition company by driving into the most concrete-heavy of 1960s landscape-blotts, or else a short-lived carreer shunting trains.
But the engine. Oh, the engine. Tickle of choke, stroke of key, spin of starter and the crescendo of sound from the cheese-grater exhaust system. Bliss.
And the unbelievable ability to find traction anywhere. Absolutely anywhere.
If we could go back in time, we’d never decide to sell such a beloved steed. But that was always the point of the Range Rover. Buy one, revel in the glory, then sell it and buy something which doesn’t cost a fortune to run…
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This article wasn’t written by Rupert Astbury, who knows how to buy Range Rovers properly, but he knew what I was doing.