We parted company with our Land Rover last week, the old 110 that has been in the family for 20 years. Not just a Land Rover, but a ‘true friend’ as one member of the family put it. Twenty years ago, it was our pride and joy as it came to us brand new – our first ever, and still only, brand new vehicle. At that time it was a pick up with the logo of our landscaping company proudly emblazoned across the back.
Six years later, the body was changed to accommodate our family, and it was rolled onto a ship and off again in Dar es Salaam. I still remember it arriving in our compound in Arusha and how we all threw ourselves at it and into it because it was ‘family’ from home and we were all desperately home sick back then.
Since then it has been looked after with tender loving care as it has covered over 250,000 miles on pot holed tarmac, on dust roads and on no roads at all.
Despite needing some new body parts over the years and the driver sometimes needing a quick kip along the way, the 110 has never failed us.
It has crossed dry river beds, and not such dry ones. On one particular night, we were stuck the wrong side of a flash flood while our unsuspecting children slept at home alone on the other side. We paused, prayed, clutched the steering wheel, one of us closed our eyes and the other put his foot down. The water surged over the bonnet, blocking out the head lights and one of us screamed as the back wheels lost traction and the car slewed downstream but we made it and left the foaming torrent behind us.
During El Nino in 1997, it pulled a Toyota Land Cruiser attached to a Hiace mini bus up the Rift Valley Escarpment road, whilst loaded up with four adults, five children and all our camping gear. (Why didn’t we take a picture of THAT?) On another day we came upon about 10 safari vehicles completely stuck in the mud with their tourists still on board or standing around playing frisby. We revved up, put our foot down and roared into the grassy bog, skidding and sliding, but moving slowly forwards to shouts and cheers from the frustrated onlookers. Just as we were losing momentum the front tyres touched the hard shoulder and we made it onto dry land.
There was a time when the doors took on a mind of their own (actually MOST of the time) and I was driving round a roundabout with my shopping on the front seat. The passenger door flew open, I clutched the steering wheel with one hand, the shopping with the other and negotiated the roundabout shouting as I went ‘Get out of the way, get out of the way!’ As we towed it away last week, both the back doors flew open and banged shut again in rhythm with every bump. I smiled all the way.
It once had a baby born in the back seat and then sadly it carried its little body home from the hospital to be buried 6 months later. We nearly had our ear drums burst one day when we carried 18 Maasai women (plus 6 children) ALL singing at the top of their voices in ear-piercing female falsetto.
We vied to ride on the roof rack where we worked our way through our entire repertoire of songs with the wind in our hair, the sun burning our faces and arms and marvelled at the privilege of living in such a wide open, beautiful land.
In fact, it was always more fun sitting ON it rather than IN it, especially when looking for the right way to go.
Our three children learnt to drive in it and then slept in it as we drove down to Victoria Falls and back while we slept on the roof. And that was just one of many fun adventures.
It took us to our ‘country cottage’ for weekends.
It provided hours and hours of ‘boy’ fun and a very good grounding in mechanics and off road driving.
Yesssss.....
Mmmm, flat as a.........and I wonder if I remembered to pack the jack?
And there was never a dull moment anywhere... but there was always a way out. Life with a Land rover is one big initiative test!
Once in the bush ‘somewhere,’ the rubber bushes on the rear shock absorbers had worn out and metal was pounding against metal on every bump. We stopped a bewildered goat herd and bought his tire sandals off him for a VERY good price, which we turned into new bushes (they actually lasted a couple of years). I wish I could have been there when he explained to his parents why he had come home barefoot!
The electrics failed as it got dark one evening when we were still 300 miles from home with not a hill or even faint rise in sight. We found an anthill and reversed up it as far as we could, rigged up a net and slept on the roof. Amazingly, in the morning, it fired up as we rolled off to the flat.
One late night, it even drove us home from Nairobi (a five hour drive) on a nearly empty tank and prayer because we had run out of money.
And our visitors loved it too.
Most of the time.......................
Hopefully, all salvageable parts will 'live' on and on and on, as only Land Rovers can, for many years to come elsewhere.
