A deal is a deal

A deal is a deal a friend reminded me the other day as I recalled the tale of the biodiesel agreement. Click through here to read about that tale.

I was reminded of that agreement after seeing the sweetest Land Rover for sale parked by the side of the road that morning. You see, the biodiesel project didn't work out.

For one reason, making biodiesel is extremely time consuming, I mean hours of work to make one litre of fuel. It was also grubby, dirty and, well, we just wanted our weekends back. So about six months ago we traded in the diesel ute for an economical petrol car. We shut down the diesel plant, got rid of all the cooking oil and tidied up the carport. And I quite enjoyed not having an oil refinery in our backyard anymore.

Which brings me to this 1971 Series 2 Land Rover, in all it's vintage glory for sale by the side of the road. Gushing to a friend that I had seen the car of my dreams for sale, I relayed the biodiesel saga, and he remarked that well, technically, I was still owed a Land Rover.

And here he is. Percy, in all his sturdy British, vintage glory. He's not the One Ten I originally wanted, but after a lot of research, I realise it's the Series Models I love, that predate the Defender. Older, wiser and less plastic.

Percy doesn't run perfectly, the brakes are a little stiff and he leaks a little oil, but let's face it, he's a practically geriatric in car years. But he's oh so lovely, and sturdy and utterly charming.

We're not replacing our reliable everyday cars by any means. Percy is our Sunday car. The car we use for tip runs, picking up bales of straw and bags of manure and for Sunday picnic jaunts around the valley. And just hanging out the back with my peeps. We all adore Percy. He's our dream car.

Tally Ho Perce! Let's go!