We're all very sad chez Emmerson today. Our beloved Range Rover has been diagnosed as to ill to recover. She's suffering from terminal rust in her nether regions, and the body man has said it would be kind to replace her. She will be put out to grass to rust in peace down on the river bank behind the stable, and stripped of her good bits as it becomes neccesary, to keep her identical successor on the road.
Her successor has already been purchased, and took up residence today. It's a strange coincidence, but we've replaced all of our Range Rovers at five year intervals.
The new one is, once again, a 1994 RR lse, this time in green. If she does as well as her predecessor, I'll be well pleased.
Her successor has already been purchased, and took up residence today. It's a strange coincidence, but we've replaced all of our Range Rovers at five year intervals.
The new one is, once again, a 1994 RR lse, this time in green. If she does as well as her predecessor, I'll be well pleased.