How did my life become a land rover life? Before I bought my first Land Rover I had no interest in cars, had no mechanical experience and would hardly think that I gladly would spend time trying to get a car through a mud hole.
Looking back I can see how things have lead me here, and that they retrospectively perhaps are more obvious than to many other land rover fanatics. I could say that my interest didn't start with me really, it actually came in years before I was born.
My grandfather bought a Land Rover in 1952. In those days there was only the 80" to choose from and he used it as it was meant to, namely as a tractor for plowing and harrowing or as a power plant for a saw. He also helped the local doctor to get around to difficult places, and as a taxi to drive people up in the mountains. It also served as the family car.
This was the car my mother grew up in. I have heard a lot of stories about the car and events connected to it. They are fun as the one when my ant fell out from it during a ride when the door suddenly opened, or shows how life was in the old days when it was used as a hearse to get my great grandfather home for his funeral.
In the picture to the left my grandfather and my uncle is maintaining the car. To my grandfather there couldn't be a better brand. This he passed down to the next generation (my mother excluded:) ) My uncle inherited the interest for the make and cultivated it further and is now a leading person in the Norwegian Land Rover Club. He is also my mentor when it comes to Land Rovers. I couldn't have kept this interest for a week if it wasn't for him!
The 80" Land Rover stayed in the family until the sixties when my grandfather bought a Series/II. What has become of it since then we don't know. But it was with this car it started, nearly twenty years before I was born.