I consider myself lucky to drive a Land Rover.
Two Discos, both alike in dignity,
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two Discos, both alike in dignity,
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
Two Discos, both alike in dignity,
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
In fair Land Rover Forums, where we lay our scene,
From ancient gaskets break to new intake hoses,
Where civil posts makes civil hands type in response.
From forth the fatal loins of these two Discos
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their repair strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love of Land Rover,
And the continuance of their self-maintenance on mighty rigs,
Which but their Disocs end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss repair advice, our toil shall strive to mend.
Lucky?
When I set the wallpaper of my computer as a 2004 Discovery in 2005, when I was 19, I knew I wanted a Land Rover more than anything. But I had lived long enough to know that LUCK would never get me one.
Through Holy Capitalism were my Discos Delivered.
When I set the wallpaper of my computer as a 2004 Discovery in 2005, when I was 19, I knew I wanted a Land Rover more than anything. But I had lived long enough to know that LUCK would never get me one.
Through Holy Capitalism were my Discos Delivered.
Luck got me one. When I turned 17 I didn't have enough money for a car (actually I didn't really have any money at all) so my dad just gave me his DI, the truck I still drive today. I didn't know **** about it and before I was interested in off roading I even tried to sell the thing. Then I pulled my head out of my rear.


