The guy who owned it was the second owner, and he had purchased it from a guy that kept it in storage for a number of years, explaining the low miles. I made an appointment to go see it and my 3 year old son and I went to look at it. It looked like an unsuccessful drug dealer’s ride from 1998, however, it was clean…you just needed some vision of what it could be.
The exterior was a little rough: it had the classic Range Rover ‘sag’ in the rear, tinted windows, and chrome plated wheels. It only had 112,000 miles on it, and the interior was in great shape. There was however this suspiciously good looking Range Rover Classic in this great red, with a price within what I thought I could sell the Jetta for. It worked, with one big catch: I was not allowed to spend any money-I could get rid of the Jetta and the only money I could spend would be what I sold the Jetta for. My pleas for change fell on deaf ears, so I made a calculated decision that I would resort to complaining about that Jetta everyday and wear her down. I was miserable, and driving a trashed 2001 VW Jetta was very, very far from my childhood dreams of a Countach. Not only was that Jetta terrible to drive, it was trashed-my wife and I have very different ideas of how to take care of a car. My wife insisted that I start driving the Jetta so we didn’t go over our lease miles.
I was driving the GTI and my wife was driving the Jetta, however, with my commute the miles were adding up on the GTI. About 3 years ago, my wife and I had a leased 2010 VW GTI and a candidate for the worst car ever made, a 2001 VW Jetta Wagon. I found this Land Rover Range Rover by accident. I have always felt that the RR classic is one of the most beautiful trucks ever made, and as it turns out, a strange story led me to the one I drive now. My family got a Range Rover in the late ’80s and went through five or six as I grew up. I grew up in the ’80s and a member of the Countach poster club, though a Porsche 911 Turbo by Ruf was a close second.
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