It started with a job posting at school for a technician position at a dealership that hadn’t even begun construction yet. I tore it off the board, went there that day, was told I couldn’t start for 4-6 months, took the job anyway, and the momentum took over from there.
1990 Range Rover Classic. It was given to me while I was deployed overseas by a customer from the first dealership I worked at. Didn’t run, tough shape, but he couldn’t bear to see it junked. I drove it for 2 years, finally parted it to build another 1990 RRC.
I’m not into naming my cars, but the first RRC I owned was named “Falcon” by the previous owner. It stuck for as long as I had it.
There have been so many, it’s hard to pick out just one.
My ARB freezer / fridge. I can’t go anywhere without it. It is also my most borrowed accessory.
I believe they are like APL dogs. They know they have been adopted and given a new home and the chance to do some fun things. As finicky as they are sometimes, I think they are somehow able to show their appreciation.