"Primadonnan" Part One

My wife and I enjoy the Norwegian mountains. Once or twice a year we try to take a trip to a cabin not far from where my mother grew up. The mountain roads are sometimes bad -not that bad as the used to be when I was a child- but worse than you can drive with a standard family car. We love to drive around on the moutain roads, but had to keep to the better parts where the off-road level was good wheel place planning, scratching the exhaust pipe now and then and at its worst a little digging. After the second summer trip I started to think of buying a SUV, but since I had loved my old Beetle the thought of a good veteran grew. Since my uncle was into Land Rover I started to look for a decent Range Rover Classic (a car I had read about in a magazine in the cabin, and that I knew my wife liked).

After a time of searching I found a Series/III stw at a bankrupt company that I bought. Sadly it didn't start, so I had to go home without it. Next week I head out for the 500km journey again with a friend that knew more about cars than me. It showed to be the diesel pump that didn't work, so no car this time either. the week after we brought it home on a trailer.

It took me some time and phone calls to my Norwegian uncle to get the car running. Once on the road the car became a she, after some driving a personality and pretty soon a name, "Primadonnan" since she danced from side to side and had to be fawn with to work properly.

At this time I thought it be a good idea to become a member of the Swedish Land Rover Club (SLRK), which I have been since.

Eventually I wanted to get Primadonnan to look as beautiful as I knew she was worth, so a small refurbishing became a high post at my to do list. But more of that another day.

So long! /Kirefiel