"A Land Rover is less of a car than a state of mind."
from review of the 1964 Series Land Rover by Car and Driver magazine
In the 1950s travel documentaries were very common fillers for non prime time TV. And about all the documentaries of non developed areas were filmed in a Land Rover. As I watched them, it became obvious that if you wanted to venture off the detailed map into the undetailed areas labeled "Here be dragons" the only vehicle to do it in was a Land Rover.
In 1974 I purchased a new Toyota Cilica. I was very unhappy with it for many reasons and sold it six months after purchase and looked for a car that I thought would better fit my needs and personality. I saw an ad in the Seattle paper for a 1968 Land Rover 88. The ad immediately lit my imagination and I had to go see it.
At first glance I was hooked. Here was a truck dripping in pure charisma. The one vehicle that my girlhood told me could safely take me away from the walls and ruts of my narrow day to day routine existence into the wild unknown reaches; that would allow me to explore life anew and safely get me back again. It stood before me like a great mythological beast of magic that could free me from the mundane life I was living and open my mind to alternate realities.
So I bought the truck, loaded my back packing gear in the back and went camping. The truck suited me well and I slipped into a Series Land Rover reality that expanded my sense of possibilities. The Car and Driver reviewers got it right, a Series Land Rover is a state of mind that sheds the light of its own reality on to the rest of your world. And it became a pivotal point in how I viewed life and possibilities.
In late 1977 I got into dairy goats and was dismayed to discover that an 88 with hard top could only fit 2 bales of hay. I needed a truck that could carry more but could not afford two vehicles. In March 1978 I found the answer. It was a sunny day after a week or so of rain and I was feeling a little nostalgic as I drove past an area where I used to live. I decided to take the road to house I used to live in and there, sitting outside my old house as a very tired worn out 1960 land Rover 109 pickup. It was broken down and had been sitting under the redwood trees for a couple years slowly settling into the forest humus. $350 changed hands and I towed my new green truck home. The rest is history. Over a decade as a farm truck, half a decade as a dual purpose truck almost a decade and a half as a full on expedition capable motor caravan.
After almost 31 years with The Green Rover, I still get this silly grin whenever I glance at the truck and this big grin when she fires into life and starts to move. I still see the charisma. I've learned for a fact that she is indeed a great mythological beast of magic who has freed me from mental and physical mundane ruts. She continues to show me what's around the next hill and open up new vistas of possibilities. She has changed my reality, grew it and made it a more magical place.
Yes a Series Land Rover is a state of mind, at least as much as it is a vehicle and I now know that reality is what you make of it and not just that narrow path set forth in front of you by others. The dragons have proven to be friendly.