The Five Hundred Quid Range Rover
Discussion
SOTW, eat yer heart out, you reckless spendthrift. None but a gadabout would spend a whole K on a car, especially when, for five hundred of your British pounds, you can own a raw and throbbing slab of Solihull tat, or, to be more precise, a 1990 Range Rover Vogue, 4 speed Auto.
Here it is, first of all, in the natural habitat of the 3.9 V8 Rangey;-
Luxo Vogue interior. Yes, people, the word is VELOUR.
Powder coated wheels, what were they thinking?
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwesome lump of awesomeness:
Home for bed.
Basically, there is nothing wrong with this car except that the bonnet is as rusty as a rusty thing. The chassis has been welded, the tailgates are nearly new. I have seen people asking 1800 quid for rotters with no MOT. These old Rangeys are fast, comfortable, and wafty. The steering is so light that you can have some exciting pilot induced oscillations on swoopy Motorway bends, or at least you can if you drive it like a dick. The engine is quiet, but the door seals are a bit shagged, so the wind noise is a bit high. I like the clonk-bonk when the electric windows go up. You can see what a revolutionary thing Rangeys must have been when they first arrived on the scene in the 1970s.
The MPG on the collection run from the West Midlands to London was about 18, I reckon, which was OK, as I did some law breaking (the thing will really belt if you let it) , and some sitting in traffic on the M40, and some of that London. I gurned at all the modern Rangey drivers that I saw, but they disdained me utterly.
I call this a well spent monkey.
Here it is, first of all, in the natural habitat of the 3.9 V8 Rangey;-
Luxo Vogue interior. Yes, people, the word is VELOUR.
Powder coated wheels, what were they thinking?
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwesome lump of awesomeness:
Home for bed.
Basically, there is nothing wrong with this car except that the bonnet is as rusty as a rusty thing. The chassis has been welded, the tailgates are nearly new. I have seen people asking 1800 quid for rotters with no MOT. These old Rangeys are fast, comfortable, and wafty. The steering is so light that you can have some exciting pilot induced oscillations on swoopy Motorway bends, or at least you can if you drive it like a dick. The engine is quiet, but the door seals are a bit shagged, so the wind noise is a bit high. I like the clonk-bonk when the electric windows go up. You can see what a revolutionary thing Rangeys must have been when they first arrived on the scene in the 1970s.
The MPG on the collection run from the West Midlands to London was about 18, I reckon, which was OK, as I did some law breaking (the thing will really belt if you let it) , and some sitting in traffic on the M40, and some of that London. I gurned at all the modern Rangey drivers that I saw, but they disdained me utterly.
I call this a well spent monkey.
Good shedding Sir & welcome to the club!
Paradoxically, there is nothing classier to smoke around town in than a Rangie classic.
I was at a 'do' on park Lane last night & drove up from Clapham in mine - it looked so 'right' parked on a Belgravia street and certainly turned heads as it burbled back through Belgravia in the wee small hours
Paradoxically, there is nothing classier to smoke around town in than a Rangie classic.
I was at a 'do' on park Lane last night & drove up from Clapham in mine - it looked so 'right' parked on a Belgravia street and certainly turned heads as it burbled back through Belgravia in the wee small hours
Breadvan72 said:
Cheers, and note also the bonus factor - if you squint at it, the number plate spells GAY.
If you squint harder it spells GRAVY, sort of.Some vehicles require, nay demand, to be sprayed white, a stick-on orange stripe applied judiciously and a ridiculous mag-mount revolving light fitted to the roof; plain white shirts with epaulettes may be worn. I'm thinking Tim Pigott-Smith in 'The Chief', not Martin Shaw as he was a bit rubbish.
Nee-Naw-Nee-Naw...
The headlining at the back sags like a cheap w
e's drawers, but not as badly as it does on a Lotus Excel or Rover saloon of that era. You get a sort of "Hey, I'm in a tent" experience if you sit in the back. That's OK; I might well use this as the vehicle of choice for taking my daughter and a bunch of her mates to the Latitude Festival for a bit of glamping this summer, if I can save up enough for the petrol.
e's drawers, but not as badly as it does on a Lotus Excel or Rover saloon of that era. You get a sort of "Hey, I'm in a tent" experience if you sit in the back. That's OK; I might well use this as the vehicle of choice for taking my daughter and a bunch of her mates to the Latitude Festival for a bit of glamping this summer, if I can save up enough for the petrol. A few more snapettes, courtesy of the seller.
Renovated tailgates:
Undybitz:
Bonnet crud (top tip, readers: buy shares in Hammerite NOW)
Winner of the Detailing World OMFG Prize for 2013.
Off for a bit of rough shooting with the Lord of the Manor. OK, then, just a a bit of rough:
Renovated tailgates:
Undybitz:
Bonnet crud (top tip, readers: buy shares in Hammerite NOW)
Winner of the Detailing World OMFG Prize for 2013.
Off for a bit of rough shooting with the Lord of the Manor. OK, then, just a a bit of rough:
Edited by anonymous-user on Friday 15th March 06:36
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