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Lucky’s lucky no more – Long Live Dorothy
The Disco has gone. Not to be replaced. After struggling for a couple of years, chucking more money at it than any reasonable person should have, it finally bit the dust. It went to that great insurance-write-off-heaven in the sky – and finally did something useful for my wallet, instead of sucking it dry. OK,…
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Discovery 2 driving light hack
Nothing wrong with my driving. It’s everyone else. Words I’ve uttered a few times since relocating to the Midlands. There must be an epidemic of colour blindness because red lights no longer mean ‘stop’. They mean ‘proceed at full speed if you think you can get away with it’. And the number of cars spotted…
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More new brakes
Not the ideal day to be crawling around under an old Landy. But is there ever an ‘ideal’ day to be doing such stuff? After last weeks discovery of a new leaking brake pipe – while fixing another newly fitted, but leaking, brake pipe – sorting this was always going to trump an ideal day.…
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New brakes broke
Some good news, some bad. In case you didn’t know, I’d had to replace one of the brakes pipes on Lucky (my Discovery 2), from front to rear. I was sat at a set of lights, on my way to work, foot on the brakes – as you do – when the pedal went… ‘pffft’…
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Leaky Lucky no. 3
Another day, another leak. This time, however, it’s been sorted. And it’s not what I originally thought it was. To be fair, it wasn’t so much letting water in as letting the outside air rushing in. Summer time wasn’t so much of a problem, because it was warm. The only real pain in the backside…
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Yep. That needs cleaning…
Back around 2005, I got a 3.5 V8 Discovery 1. I had it LPG converted (in Poland) because, even back then, around 12mpg was sucking the bank account dry quicker than a family holiday at Disneyland Paris. But I liked the motor. Apart from it’s little niggles. (uh, Land Rovers?!) The LPG conversion had the…
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Money Saving Tip When Changing A Discovery 2 Dashboard Bulb
I love a bit of night driving. Doesn’t have to be green lanes or some remote mountain somewhere (although, given the opportunity it’d be rude not to) I quite often jump in the motor, of an evening, and go for a mooch around country lanes. Gives me space to think. And the roads are far…
