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Defenders were made for adventures, like this trip from Alaska.<br />
My affliction began gradually, and in retrospect at an age<br />
too young to be considered a mid-life crisis. First came<br />
BMX bikes, then mountain bikes, then rock-climbing, then<br />
kayaking—really, anything outdoors would do. I had a<br />
serious allergy to pavement.<br />
Then, while driving back to college in 1994, I passed<br />
the Land Rover dealership in Santa Barbara and spotted a<br />
vehicle unlike any other, slowly revolving on a rotating<br />
display. Even from my fleeting vantage point on Highway<br />
101, I could tell that it was overbuilt. Boxy in shape, it<br />
was not for everyone, but it was for me.<br />
Over the next 13 years I graduated college, secured and<br />
quit my first real job, enrolled at medical school, moved<br />
to Oregon for my residency program, got married, and<br />
bought a house. But my disease was never in remission,<br />
only barely under control. I explored remote parts of<br />
Oregon from the saddle of a BMW 650GS dual sport bike.<br />
I found off-road motorbiking a solitary sport; I could<br />
not share it with friends, including my wife, Jessie. Then,<br />
in the summer of ’07, while riding the BMW down fire<br />
roads in the Mt. Hood National Forest, I passed a soft-top<br />
Defender. Inside sat a family, including a dog, whizzing by<br />
me with wide grins and waving hands. With visions of that<br />
boxy car from ’94 spinning through my mind, my disease<br />
resurfaced in a full-blown relapse.<br />
After several months of scanning Craigslist and online<br />
forums, I found what I was looking for in November ’07—<br />
a ’94 Coniston Green soft-top Defender 90, in good<br />
condition, with a spare tire mounted on the bonnet. The<br />
only hitch was that it was 2,565 miles away, in Alaska.<br />
“Hey, weren’t these vehicles built for adventures?”<br />
I asked myself. I presented the same question in rhetorical<br />
form to Jessie. By this point in our marriage I had learned<br />
that the greater her skepticism, the better my idea! After a<br />
few phone calls to Ross Brudenell, the Defender’s owner,<br />
I hatched a plan for us to fly to Anchorage and then drive<br />
and ferry the Defender back to Portland.<br />
Not long after came the happy discovery of Jessie’s<br />
pregnancy, and for a moment, the best laid plans of….well,<br />
you know the rest. Too late—in my mind I had already hit<br />
the road through the Yukon in my new Defender. Time for<br />
a new plan!<br />
“It was like the Make A Wish Foundation called me,” my<br />
dad told me when I met him in the airport in<br />
Anchorage. Since being diagnosed with cancer several<br />
years prior, he had become somewhat of an<br />
armchair-explorer. My mother worried about his driving,<br />
and the chemotherapy sometimes exhausted him. But<br />
when I called him five days earlier, he didn’t hesitate to<br />
accept the offer of an adventure.<br />
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