The old five doors aren’t on the road. In fact, with a disintegrating front dumb iron, it’s barely on its chassis. But, with a block of wood between axle and chassis to prevent collapse, can drive it in the yard. On start up there’s a frenzied rattling from the Rover six. Force down the clutch pedal, ignore grating gears and we’re rolling. I’m struggling with the wooly steering when we hit the first pothole, and the wood block sprung chassis slams us off the seats and sideways. Eyeballs re focused to find the yard end wall dead ahead. Stamp on the antique servo’d brakes and they grind to a stop.
A mere seven point turn late, the start the return run risking spinal damage in the hope of topping 15 miles an hour. There’s more excitement driving this at 15 than driving a normal Land Rover at 60. But a couple of runs is quite enough, thanks very much.
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