I got picked up at the station by the drilling company's son. He was in a Range Rover and I could see the family had made money in their drilling biz.
Once I saw it in the flesh I knew there was no going back. It was in a Rutland Red paintjob that was pretty rare on the landrover scene.
Paid the cash and started her up. Sounds good.
The wagon reeked like it had just come back off an army excercise with dust and mud in the back cargo area. No problem, I knew how to fix that.
The bodywork was steel and aluminium. Where it was steel there was some surface rust. Where it was ali. there was some surface corrosion. It was just cosmetic though and I didn't let that worry me. These things are rock-solid and every part is replaceable.
Popping the bonnet was a tricky one. It was a two-man job which needed one to pop the bonnet and another to lift it up.
I knew I'd have to come up with a way to fix that.
But driving it was a buzz. Just like in the old army days.
You don't so much driver it around as pilot the thing from place to place.
I rained on the journey back but this beast didn't skip a beat.
Now I got it home I worked out my next step...