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April, 2018: On the Value of your Series Land Rover. In the Eye of the Beholder.

Text and photos: Peter Baker

"Dad! You drive like an old man!" That was my youngest daughter's observation when I took her for a quick drive in my '74 Series 3. Yep... I was slouched forward, knees up close to my elbows, my hands on the steering wheel at 10 and 2 o'clock. I guess I did look like an "old man". The fact that I'm closer to sixty than to fifty, and that I have six grand-children, (two belonging to the youngest, and four belonging to our oldest daughter), could mean that I am an "old man". But, it's a big steering wheel, and it feels more comfortable with my hands up on top of it, and at five-foot eleven, my knees are uncomfortably high. But, I love it!.

1974 Series 3To me, my scruffy looking Series 3 just feels right as I drive country roads from home to the shop, and back at night. I can't drink coffee while driving it, (I have arrived at the shop a few times with a big wet spot - really looking like the "old man"), can't hear the cell phone ring, and I like it that way.  That's value to me!

A few weeks ago, I had a call from my insurance company saying that their records show the value of my '74 to have increased significantly over the past few years. Of course, they're just after a higher premium; but I have seen the increase in the market, particularly since Jaguar Land Rover announced the end of the Defender production. So I negotiated a middle-of-the-road value for Olive, ("Olive" is the name of my '74), to keep my premiums down, and to cover the potential cost of ever having to replace her. The insurance "value" of a scruffy, old truck.

A few months back, we helped a customer sell their '55 Series 1 86". Initially, we thought their asking price might be a little on the high side. To our surprise, it wasn't. Even more surprising was who bought it, and where it went to. The Canadian contact, (we'll call him the "agent"), was quite secretive about who the buyer was, right up until the truck was loaded on a container, bound for an over-seas trip, back to where the truck was originally manufactured in Solihull. Yes, it went to Jaguar Land Rover Classic, the Heritage division that is restoring classic Land Rovers. When they are finished, according to media reports, it may sell for £60,000 to £80,000. (Nope, those aren't dollars, they're British Pounds - do the math). Wow! We didn't see that coming!

Series and Defender Land Rovers are in the unique group of cars that actually appreciate in value over time. You don't see the Ford F150, Dodge Ram or Chevy Silverado appreciating in value. For that matter, I know that my 2004 Discovery, with 275,000kms on it, is worth... well, less than Olive which is 30 years older. On the other hand, we Land Rover owners need to keep in mind that it is a Land Rover... not a Jaguar, or Lotus, or Ferrari, or Lamborghini. It's a LandSeries 1 80 Inch Rover, a very well-engineered, ultilitarian 4x4. Built in an era where things were meant to last. And unlike the afore-mentioned classic cars, meant to be driven, on the weekends, or even daily. That's where value meets pleasure. It doesn't need to sit in a garage, with a cover over it, waiting for the mid-summer, driest day, to be started, warmed-up and then put back under shelter.

So that investment you made in that old Land Rover... probably not a bad move at all. You can have the best of both worlds; driving a Classic along a bumpy country road on the way to work, and knowing that the value of the investment is probably going up.

For me ... it's the morning drive - that's the only "Value" this "Old Man" is interested in right now.

December 2015: There's a New Classic in Town!

DefenderSo... it's sadly official. The production of the Iconic Defender is drawing to a close, ending in December 2015. For that matter, the last order for a new Defender was taken back in July.

The Defender has always been a "Classic". Evolving from the "go-anywhere", rugged capability of the Series  Land Rover; it has become a world renowned, highly capable, off-road and on the road, modernized version of a Series; a purpose built car, shy on comfort, but high on versatility and strength.

The shame of it is, the discontinuance of the Defender was solely to meet market demands and increase corporate profits. Tata, the owner of Jaguar Land Rover, will be introducing a new "Defender", but it will be more of a cross between a Range Rover Evoque and Kia; (yep... just another SUV), something needed for struggling through traffic in the city, complete with a full entertainment system and complicated electronics. The philosophy of "keep it simple and keep it on the road" has been lost in the transition to Tata.

On the positive side, Land Rovers are known for their longevity. Considering nearly 75% of Defenders ever built are still on the road, means they will be around for a while; which is great because around here we are known for saying "When we grow up, we're gonna drive a Defender!"

For those of you that are interested, we have a few copies of "The Complete History of a Land Rover Icon - Defender", click here to order yours.

November, 2015: What are the chances? Twin Bugeyes with Consecutive VINs.

Text and photos: Peter Baker

1969 Bugeye 911FWe've owned a '69 Bugeye for a number of years. The plan was to restore it, once we had some time. Well, time just flies by, and our Bugeye patiently sat in waiting. Time has been in real short supply, particularly since we purchased the big building to accommodate the expanding business. Keeping up with the demand for Series parts sales, and tryiing to deal with renovating an old building, left us with no time to move forward on restoring the Bugeye. But that hasn't stopped us from buying more old Rovers. It's a habit... some say a sickness.

Last month, we reluctantly brought home another Series 2a. Bit of a basket-case, (which is why we were reluctant - we already have a few basket cases on our hands), with a few extra parts for us to play with. Originally, we were under the impresssion that the truck was in much betterTrailered Rover condition. For that matter, we did the crazy thing of "cutting a deal over the phone", (not doing that anymore!), without even seeing a photo of it. On arrival to close the deal, we found a roof-less, sad looking late Series, and a whole lot of parts to be tied down to the trailer. A bit more work than anticipated, but we thought it might make a good project for ourselves or a customer. So back to the shop it went.

It was about a week later when we started to deal with the paper-work for getting the registration transferred. When we punched the VIN number into our records, at first we thought there was some sort of mistake... it showed up as a Bugeye. A quick run out 1969 Bugeye 912Fbehind the shop, and "Yep... it's a Bugeye!" Because of the issues when we first picked it up, we didn't even notice the tell-tale, protruding headlights. Back at the desk, another shocker! The VIN turned out to be one digit off from our first Bugeye.  24435911F, meet 24435912F!

It took a while to comprehend the fact that our 2nd Bugeye came off the production line right after our first Bugeye. "911F", (easier to say than "Bugeye 1" and "Bugeye 2"), had been re-painted a lovely Burgandy at some point in it's past. "912F" still has the original, but faded, green paint. The similarities between the two are obvious to us now. 911F is a very complete and un-molested truck. 912F has a few more issues, but could be restored at some point in the future.

Right away we thought that it would be great to get both Bugeyes, (the "Twins"), into the hands of someone that would either like them restored for them, or was willing to tackle the twins themselves? But, we were already into discussions with a customer who was looking for an interesting project for the Winter, and 911F has since moved on and will undergo a complete restoration. 912F will either be restored by us, or by someone interested in a great project.

Who knows? Maybe the Twin Bugeyes, 911F and 912F, will get re-united again in the future!

December, 2012: How many straps does it take to keep a Land Rover down?

Text and photos: Peter Baker

There are some stories that I have thought should never be told, kept to oneself to protect the foolish... namely me. But at the insistence of two brothers, (who are probably looking for a way to make me look foolish), I am sharing one of my misadventures in order to possibly save others from the same fate.

This past summer we purchased a 1958 Series 1 107" pick-up from a customer a couple of hours away. Normally there would be at least one brother or both to help out with winching and strapping down a truck onto the car hauler trailer; but schedules didn't allow for it this time. Although the truck was not a running truck, I thought I could handle the job alone; I've done it before without any issues.

The electric winch on the trailer always makes us look like professionals. Pull out the cable, hook it up to a strap wrapped safely around the front axle, (pulling an old truck by the front bumper is just asking for trouble), and bring it up to a point where it's giving just enough weight on the trailer's hitch mount to keep the trailer from swaying when you are on the highway, (learned this the hard way). The tedious job is strapping it down; but even that has become a pretty quick job with four axles straps and one safety line. Strapping the doors closed is always a good idea, and we typically use plastic wrap to cover up the windscreen, door windows and side or rear windows. But I didn't have any plastic wrap with me on this trip; and besides, I was planning on taking some back country roads home, so the likelihood of a stone flying through the windscreen was minimal.

The truck was loaded up with a few spare parts strapped under it just before it got dark and after a traditional stop at a Tim's for a coffee and a quick check of the straps, I continued on my way home. The trip was uneventful; actually it was rather relaxing, listening to the radio, interrupted occasionally by the GPS telling me to get off the country roads and take a highway, along with it's nattering statement of defeat, "Re-calculating, Re-calculating".

I arrived home around 10pm, talked to my wife for a few minutes, ("Yes dear, another truck is being parked beside the barn"), and then headed outside with a flashlight to undo the straps and get the pick-up ready to be pushed off the trailer in the morning. But something was wrong... very wrong. Initially I was confused, as I stared at a very different looking Land Rover; stupid flashlight is playing tricks on me. That wasn't the truck that I brought home. It was a pick-up that I picked-up, not a convertible! Why does it look... oh crap! I jumped up on the trailer, somehow thinking there should be a roof laying in the truck bed somewhere. It had a roof when I left. Then I realized that the entire cab was missing. Oh crap....  

Somewhere out on the back roads there was a Series 1 pick-up cab and roof. Then the thought struck me; what if the missing cab and roof caused an accident? Do I go look for it? What if I come up to an accident scene? Do I hold up my hand and declare "I'm the idiot that lost the top of his truck!", or do I just drive on, nodding and shaking my head in disgust like everyone there is probably doing? No choices. I'm going to face the consequences like a man! So I went back into the house.

My wife spotted the pale, drained-look on my face, and asked "What's wrong? What did you do this time?" It isn't that I have a habit of loosing Series 1 truck cabs, but I guess I've gotten myself into silly pickles in the past. Once I explained and brought her outside to see my dilemma, she convinced me to saddle-up, get the small utility trailer hooked up to the other Discovery and head down the road, in search of the missing truck cab. We had back-tracked through rain and fog, spotting things that looked like a truck roof multiple times, discovering just how deep the ditches were out on the country; you could hide a transport truck in some of them! Well after an hour of driving, I slowed and turned around in frustration, declaring that "someone must have picked up the cab and we'll see it on eBay tomorrow". I was tired, sick to my stomach, (which reminds me... it was close to midnight, and I hadn't even had dinner yet!), and I just wanted to get back home and wallow in my misfortune.

There's something to be said about a woman's intuition... my wife wouldn't let me go home. She had me turn around again and continue the search, all based on "It's stupid to stop now; it could be just a few miles up the road." So, we continued. And sure enough, a few miles further and there it was; sitting on the side of the road, upside down, the opaque plexi-glass cab windows, fully intact, grinning at me, "Hey, roof loser! What took you so long?"

In future, I will always include a few additional straps to ensure that what I leave with, arrives home with me; particularly, the roof. You can never have too many straps!

September, 2012: My Favourite Car Comes with Push-Button Start!

Text and photos: Peter Baker

Old things are new again. That's what goes through my mind every time I see a car commercial showing off the new "Push to Start" Button. Yes, there are some great electronic security systems behind that simple, made of plastic, back-lit by LED's, "Push to Start" button, (read "more things that can go wrong"), and to most new drivers, it appears to be new and cool.

But, as I work on the fuel pump for our latest acquisition, a 1957 Series 1 107" Station Wagon, I have to laugh because this 55 year-old vehicle, like our other Series 1's and 2a's, comes with a "Push to Start" button. Series Land Rovers came with Push-Button Start from their very first Series 1 in 1948. Wow! Land Rover was way ahead of their time! Not really... through the 30's and 40's some cars used a direct button on the starter that was pushed by your foot. Starter solenoids became smaller and came with the manual push-switch, so many cars had them on the dash. Land Rover continued this simple and effective starter mechanism right through the Series 2a models, up until 1966.

The new Start Buttons on today's cars are typically part of a keyless entry system, eliminating any potential mechanical failures, like your key not turning in the door. Very convenient; although I have to question the reliability of electronic systems over mechanical systems. When your key didn't work, you jiggled it. When your key fob doesn't work, you take out the battery, stare at it in the hopes that all will be miraculously fixed, put it back, call the tow truck using your cell phone, (if you get a signal), and have your dealer hook up a computer to reset your car's computer. That's convenient...

Most of the Series Land Rover buttons are metal, not plastic; they last... well, so far 55 or more years. There is no backlighting to show you were it is, (by the third or fourth push you should be familiar with it's location). For electronic security... well, you do need to have an ignition key in place and turned on.

An old concept has come back as a new idea; but does it really serve any purpose? Electronic versus mechanical, convenience versus reliability. I think someone needs to do a study. Oh wait... maybe there's an app for that!

October, 2011: A Rustic Rover Resting in the Woods!

Text and photos: Peter Baker

Just before the snow started to fly here in south-western Ontario, Rich and Peter took a drive up to the Goderich area to check out a Series Pick-up that was abandoned in the woods for well over twenty-five years. Our real reason for going there  was to pick-up a trailer that was made from the rear tub of a 109. The owner mentioned that the truck itself was still out in the bush, right where it had been left after the tub and rear-axle were pulled off to make the trailer.

Well, we just had to go check out how a Rover survives after twenty-five years in the woods. There had been a trail through the bush, but that was 25 years ago. Trees can grow pretty big in the span of 25 years! So roughly 300 yards through brambles and bushes, we came upon the remnants of a Series 2; (when we returned to the shop we checked the VIN number and found that it was a 1959 109 LHD).The photos show what amazing condition it was in. There was a fallen tree over the cab, which left some dents in the top.

What was really surprising was that all of the windows in the rear cab portion remained in perfect condition. Even the seat box was in very good condition. As with most Adventures, bringing home the trailer was just the beginning. Next spring, we will be returning to the bush to properly save as much as possible of the Rustic Rover... with the owners consent of course!

September, 2011: Barn Finds do still Happen!

Text and photos: Peter Baker

A special thank you goes out to Adam, (a customer who is busy restoring a 1965 Series 2a 88), for sending us a quick email pointing out the ad for a 1957 Series 1 109" Pick-Up for sale. Within a few hours, the truck was purchased, (sight unseen... never did that before!), over the phone.

From the photos... well, we all know most Land Rovers all look good in the photos. The birmabright body panels are typically in good condition, at least not rusted out like other 50+ year old vehicles. So two nights later, with the trailer behind the Discovery, we headed North for a few hours to the Collingwood area.

 We found the country property without any issues, (other than driving past it the first time and having to turn the truck and trailer around in someone's laneway - not easy on a narrow gravel road!), drove up the country farm lane past the large turn of the century farmhouse, to the barn with it's large barn doors already swung wide open.

We walked in, and yep! Barn Find! Stored for years, undercover, just waiting for us.

The young fellow that owned it helped fill a tire with air, and to our surprise, we rolled it out of the barn and up to the trailer. Of course we talked so much that by the time we got the truck loaded on the trailer, it was getting dark. But we learned about the truck's history, how it spent the first many years of it's life further North, in Algonguin Park, playing the role of maintenance tools and people carrier for  a logging camp, (back then, logging was allowed in Algonquin Provincial Park). From there, she worked for a number of years at a construction company and at some point in the early '80's, was set aside for restoration. Some years later, un-restored but still waiting, it was sold to the present family and stored in the barn 7 or 8 years ago. And then we came along... So we said our goodbyes, promised to let them know when the truck was restored, and headed out with our latest treasure, only visible when the Discovery's brake lights were on.

After arriving back home in Cambridge, (shortly after midnight), we had to leave the truck on the trailer, simply because it was too dark to unload. That made for a sleepless night! Next morning we rolled her off the trailer, washed her up, and christened her "Red Rover".

And yes, Peter is at his limit for project trucks sitting beside the shop. His wife said so... 

August, 2010: That Series, (serious), Nagging Attraction

Text and photos: Peter Baker

Well, we couldn't let a summer go by without bringing home something of interest.

My wife Donna and I made a trip to the Ottawa area to take a look at a 1967 Series 2a 5-Door 109 Station Wagon. A few weeks earlier, I had emailed and called in response to a Kijiji ad for the truck. It wasn't that we needed another project, or another parts truck sitting outside of one of our shops; but there is this attraction. A nagging attraction... It nags you while you're working. It nags you when you wake up. You just keep thinking, "Hmmm, wonder if it would make a good project? Maybe it has some good parts for our other projects. What's one more truck?" My initial interest in this truck was the potential for some parts for Sandman, our '67 "NADA", (Land Rover's "North American Dollar Area" marketing attempt at winning back customers that complained of a lack of power from the 2.25 liter 4 cylinder engine by installing a 2.6 liter 6 cylinder engine). Sandman's 6 cylinder engine is presently undergoing a full re-build, and we could use some parts. From the photos in the ad, I could tell that the "breakfast", (front grill), looked as though it had been moved forward. Through a few more emails, it was confirmed that the original 6 cylinder engine had been replaced with a Chevy straight 6. Well, there wouldn't be any engine parts that we could use. There went my excuse for needing the truck. But I kept telling myself, "It is one of the rarer of the Series Land Rovers". "It's a NADA"... . And the nagging attraction continues...

So I convinced myself, and my two brothers, and my wife, that we should at least just take a look at the truck; purely for the sake of looking. Maybe do a little write-up on the truck's history, splash a few photos around on our web site. But just... look at it.

Donna and I were spending a weekend on our sailboat, (which happens to be roughly half-way to Ottawa from our home in Cambridge); and it was a rainy Sunday morning. Sailing in the rain? Well, you need to be an avid sailor to really enjoy sailing in the rain. We may be avid "beginner" sailors, but we are both still attached to that romantic view of sailing on a sun-drenched lake with a balmy breeze bringing us to our next destination; and of course, sunset cruises. A rainy day made for the perfect excuse to make the road trip further north-east to Ottawa... "just to look at the truck".

We met with a few of the family members of the previous owner and spent a number of hours enjoying the family's stories of trips into the bush in their father's Land Rover, and how he maintained and kept the truck running over the years. Originally, their father had an older 88" Series Land Rover, but the need for additional seating prompted the purchase of the '67 109" 5-Door Station Wagon in 1973. At that time, it was 6 years old, and the engine, (already having been swapped for the Chevy straight 6 by the previous owners), was suffering from over-heating problems. Their father, being the ultimate handyman, neighbourhood Mr. Fix-it, custom made a radiator cowl to better direct the flow of air through the radiator. Problem solved, and with the extra room, more family trips to their bush property outside of town. As the years went on, the truck ended up behind the garage, parked in the grass, never to be sold; even when the original owners offered to buy the truck back. It was their father's truck, and remained that way for nearly 40 years.

I inspected the truck for the typical issues, finding that the years it had spent parked in the grass had caused the frame and under-carriage to be seriously rotted away. The gas tank was seeping the sweet smell of old deteriorated gasoline, the bulkhead and door frames were rusted through; but on the positive side, the body panels, windows and interior were in relatively good condition. Definitely a parts truck candidate... and that's what I convinced myself that it would be. But during the week before going back to Ottawa to pick up the "parts truck", I started thinking of the history, the family's stories, and their father's dedication to keeping his truck for many years.

And so it started again... the nagging.

Yes, we have another restoration project truck; a 1967 Series 2a 5-Door NADA Station Wagon.

April 4, 2010: Zen and the Art of Land Rover Re-building

Text: David Baker

I'm not sure if there is anything 'Zen-like' about re-building a Series Land Rover... Perhaps it's more a fluctuating state between excitement and despair. I'm not sure that I've ever experienced that altered state of consciousness that could be described as Zen, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it is rarely associated with the mechanical aspects of a Land Rover.

The yearning to convert that dilapidated pile of steel and Bermabrite seen in a field behind a barn with trees growing through the floor, is best described as a romantic dream of a life that most of us have never lived.

Memories of 'Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom' race through my mind when I first walk through the tall savanna-like grass to get a good look at the fabled beast of burden, somehow I see past the slightly sagging bodywork with its chalking coats of brush-applied paint and it's smashed windows and flat tires. I tend to avoid looking underneath, knowing full well that what I will see there will be more holes than solid metal, after all a new frame is almost a given for the happy ending to this dream. A look under the hood reveals a lump of cast iron and aluminum sporting a thick mixture of (protective) grease and dirt, usually no air filter and a maze of old wires mixed with what could possibly be... Baling wire? No matter, it's all within the realm of possibility in those early stages of love. I tend to look past all of the faults that glare out at me, most of which are probably responsible for relegating it to this field in the first place. But why?

  I long for those times in my childhood, running through the orchards with my friends armed with our BB guns in search of the terrifying Cape Buffalo or Lion, lying in the tall grass with ears attuned to every little rustle and sound, eyes picking out any movement in the next row of cherry trees, only to jump in fright when the neighbor's cat comes into view. We were Marlin Perkins and Jim Fowler, and all we were missing to complete the fantasy were the Land Rovers to chase them with. It's not that I'm going to drive around looking for wild animals, but I can sure look the part... A little.

  So begins the adventure, making the deal with the present owner without letting him in on the secret vision of perfection that clouds your view whenever you look toward anything Land Rover, lest you pay way too much for it (although by this time your judgement is so skewed that you would pretty much pay anything for it if you had the money in your pocket). Then making arrangements to drag it out of the field by brute force... Winch, tractor, manpower... Whatever. Now you load it onto a trailer and strap it down really well so that nothing falls off while going down the highway, (duct tape is perfect for temporary hood and door latch security), make sure the roof is actually fastened to the vehicle and not just sitting on there (don't ask me how I know this step). Making sure all is well with the better half before plunking your new pride and joy beside her vehicle in the driveway... Or conversely, making sure she's not home when you shove it behind the garage. Then comes the requisite setting of the lawn chairs at optimum viewing angles, a few cold beers and perhaps a fine cuban cigar, followed by a few hours of staring at the new acquisition and the slow methodical mental list-making of parts and work required. The list, however, soon becomes so long that you abandon it altogether and just settle for a good vacuum to rid the interior of years of 'work sediment', for after all most of these vehicles were intended and used for just that... Work.

  And so it begins...

   David Baker

April 5, 2010: The importance of Corrosion Filtering Glasses

Text: David Baker

So now you have the beauty queen sitting pretty in your shop and you continue to walk around it, crawl under it and over it, and stare under the hood trying to identify all of the past owners' transgressions and fixes.

You know that it is inevitable that you will soon have to begin to cut, wrench, drill and generally destroy many former threaded fasteners which now resemble nuggets of coral... With no discernible thread or hexagonal shape whatsoever, in order to reduce your 'project' down to workable bits and pieces. These will reveal the beast in it's simplest form, components to be painstakingly cleaned and stripped and painted and then put onto that shelf over on the far side of the shop to await re-assembly.

You've probably lost sleep thinking about how you're going to do this, it seems so straight forward, take everything off and examine it to see if it meets your wavering mental bar of perfection. That bar, when faced with rusted swivel balls, is lowered ever so slightly under the weight of the cost of new ones. Then make the decision to replace or refinish those parts that will make up your re-born gem that will proudly adorn your driveway. And so you tackle the obvious and visually impressive chores first, doors and roof, fenders and box. Then comes the initially intimidating jobs like bulkhead removal, which require unplugging all of the wires and hoses that connect the CPU (gauges) to the engine, and then the surprisingly easy task of engine and transmission extraction.

  All of this work produces a number of things; Dirty and bloody knuckles for one, a box full of zip-loc bags loaded with rusted and unrecognizable hardware, and a heap of various dirty and corroded parts that you hope you will remember the origin of in a few months. All of this also produces another thing, the nagging suspicion that you've made a terrible mistake and just produced a pile of scrap that is the equivalent monetary value of a family trip to Cuba for a week. You realize that if this Everest-sized project is to have any hope of completion the better half had better not sense your growing trepidation, because without her support (tolerance), the nightmare of parts before you will end up at the metal re-cyclers and the dream of cruising through town under the admiring looks of your male and female fans will be just that, a dream. You tell yourself that no matter what, this dream cannot die... Not to mention the fact that you've told everybody that will listen of your planned schedule of completion, and after all, it's just money right?

So maybe you should just spring for the new galvanized chassis from the U.K... After all, you want this thing to be a surviving testament to your fortitude, determination and sense of adventure long after you're gone.

What's a few thousand more? You could always start delivering pizza's on weekends to finance the project. It's this vision of adventure at the end of the tunnel that makes you go out into the shop on those cold nights when you would rather sit and watch T.V.  It's this vision that allows you to see past the pile of rust under the frame that becomes deeper every time you use the impact wrench. Or perhaps it's this blurred vision that comes as a result of another piece of #@%* British folklore becoming lodged in your eye again.

Keep the dream alive fellow restorers!

   David Baker

 

 

 

 


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