Originally Posted by Camdisco24

The only thing I disagree with is the forum comment. We may not have 1000's of members, but its pretty active here. Also, this is by FAR the friendliest forum ive ever been apart of.

Originally Posted by Mdarius

''My guess is, when the OP asked a question about LR's on the Cruiser forum they probably could only come up with answers like "Souped up fords" (thats a common one), "They're for girls and the Pope", "The owners suck", then they probably posted some clever pictures of stuck rovers, or something anti rover. That's my experience with Cruiser and Jeep owners.''

Hey! You read the thread? That's pretty much it. There were a few realistic posts and some of the guys were pretty respectful, but I think that thread birthed a couple new sig lines. Some pretty funny stuff, even if you love LR's.

Originally Posted by Camdisco24

haha no I didn't read the toyota thread. Im not even sure what other forum you're apart of. But thats usually the stereotypical response you'll see about LR's on other forums. That being said, I've seen some guys on D-web rip on Jeeps, so rover owners are just as guilty when it comes to poking at other trucks. I could post pictures of Cruisers, jeeps, ect stuck in the mud or broke down, but where would that get us? Thats the great thing about this particular forum, no bull, just straight answers.

Originally Posted by Mdarius

I'm not sure how you'll take this. I asked the same question on my LC forum. There are a lot of Land Rover and former Land Rover owners there. This was by far the most eloquent response I received. Thought you might appreciate it.

"A Land Rover is a super-model that is wildly interesting and gorgeous, but man, she's got issues. Crazy issues. At first the drama is almost charming, the issues are challenging, and when she actually performs, whoa daddy, she's off the chain. But she cries too much. Public breakdowns and bouts of catatonia. You willingly pay through the nose for her psychiatric care and her numerous medications and therapy sessions, to try and help her. She embarrasses you in front of your buddies and co-workers by breaking down at the worst possible times, in the worst possible places--in the middle of nowhere on summer vacation, in a bad neighborhood in the middle of the night, in the driveway the morning of your big meeting with important clients. And all without warning. She just flips a switch, blows a fuse, turns on you, goes to that dark, dark place, and you wonder what you've done to deserve all this.

You think maybe you've asked too much of her, she can't handle the stress of daily use and weekend fun, so you by a reliable little Corolla to relieve her of her daily chores, so she can rest up and save her strength for weekends and a couple weeks a year. You plan big trips, exotic locales where you two can re-connect, where she can be a beautiful gazelle again, where she can remember what it was she was born to do. But she just seems to break down twice as much, her problems compounding exponentially. She needs constant attention now. Days in hospital. You feel like you never see her anymore. She's just a collection of bills now, invoices to remind you of what you've taken on. She's still so pretty, but my God...so empty. So empty.

One day, you realize you've been with the little reliable Corolla ten times as much as your beautiful Rover. You park the car, sob a little, resign yourself to the sad facts. You have to get rid of your Rover. The tears cloud your vision, but as you wipe them away, you see a truck that reminds you a bit of your lovely Landy. She's a wagon, solid front axle, plenty of room, plenty of tire meat. She's pretty, and she looks like she's built. She's got miles on her, she's dusty, but she's not crying, no puddles of tears ring the asphalt below. She looks confident. Reliable. The Corolla points towards her, as if to say "Go. Talk to her."
"I can't."
"Sure you can. See that red sign in the window? She's available. She's looking for someone to take her. It's time to move on with your life. I can't take you all the places you want to go. But she can."
"I couldn't...I couldn't go through this pain again."
"You won't. She's not like that."
"How do you know?"
"She's my sister."

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