So, I suppose we begin at the beginning, yes? I was fortunate enough to grow up on the east end of Long Island in the 90's. Son to a pair of hard-working parents, I was painfully aware throughout my youth that all of the flashy luxury cars I saw driving around town were quite outside the range of my parents' budget. That didn't stop me from drooling, though, and through the years I had accumulated quite the list of dream vehicles. One of these vehicles was (and this is where the tie in starts) a Discovery TReK I had seen when I was about 10, and instantly added to "the list." As years passed and I fully realized the rarity of said vehicles, it slowly dawned on me that perhaps that wasn't going to be in the cards for me any time soon. Move over Testarossa, you've got a stablemate in the as-if garage of my dreams.
Blah blah blah, flash forward 20 something years, annnnnnd stop. Hello. Welcome to 2020. Sucks don't it? Yeah.
Well, thankfully, all was not doom and gloom. Kicking around the back roads one day I pass by a faded dot of yellow framed by the green backdrop of mother nature's playground. A Discovery XD
Needless to say I was stopped in my tracks. The seller happened to be outside when I passed by, and I had talked to him briefly about it over his fence, but, ughhh, the dreaded line... doesn't run... overheated... head gasket... I thanked him, got back in my truck, and went about my merry way. But the itch just couldn't be scratched, I kept thinking about the rest of the day and long into the night, needless to say I was doomed. Do I want to get into something this deep? Am I capable of getting it back on it's feet? Can I even do this majestic beast justice!?
The answer to all of those questions? Probably not. But I never claimed to be a smart man. So the next day I made my way back with a wad of cash, a trailer, and a winch, destined to give my life up to the servitude of the Lucas Gods.
To be continued...
Blah blah blah, flash forward 20 something years, annnnnnd stop. Hello. Welcome to 2020. Sucks don't it? Yeah.
Well, thankfully, all was not doom and gloom. Kicking around the back roads one day I pass by a faded dot of yellow framed by the green backdrop of mother nature's playground. A Discovery XD
Needless to say I was stopped in my tracks. The seller happened to be outside when I passed by, and I had talked to him briefly about it over his fence, but, ughhh, the dreaded line... doesn't run... overheated... head gasket... I thanked him, got back in my truck, and went about my merry way. But the itch just couldn't be scratched, I kept thinking about the rest of the day and long into the night, needless to say I was doomed. Do I want to get into something this deep? Am I capable of getting it back on it's feet? Can I even do this majestic beast justice!?
The answer to all of those questions? Probably not. But I never claimed to be a smart man. So the next day I made my way back with a wad of cash, a trailer, and a winch, destined to give my life up to the servitude of the Lucas Gods.
To be continued...
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