Land Rover?!â Jeff Aronson - Rackspace Hosting
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useless as lipstick—so I had hidden it. Now, we had a definite<br />
need for it, not to mention an opportunity for me to show off.<br />
Still, I hesitated to use my only tube on the car.<br />
We must all make sacrifices. I applied it to my lips for the<br />
third and last time (remember, Kampala cocktail parties) and<br />
then began marking up the gears. It was a brilliant idea, thank<br />
you very much, and, much to the amazement of the Africans<br />
watching, I was able to adjust the differential perfectly. And<br />
which Malawi policeman would ever expect to find a Blushing<br />
Nude on his differential<br />
By the time we arrived at the house of Andrew’s brother in<br />
Johannesburg, we had both run out of gas (and lipstick). A<br />
year of living in our SWB <strong>Land</strong>-<strong>Rover</strong> had taken its toll, and we<br />
were ready for a break. I think our <strong>Land</strong>ie felt the same way.<br />
She broke down repeatedly in a matter of days, as if she were<br />
aware that the hard stuff was behind her. After surviving the<br />
wilds of Zaire, it was embarrassing to break down in the parking<br />
lot of the Sandton City Mall in Johannesburg (Andrew had<br />
to buy a screwdriver in a hardware store since he had removed<br />
our toolkit from the car).<br />
Two days later, we pulled into the driveway of Andrew’s<br />
childhood friends, only to have the dashboard burst into<br />
flames. That’s right, flames. We saved the car only through the<br />
quick use of our fire extinguisher. Needless to say, the wiring<br />
was toast. We spent two days rewiring the car from front to<br />
back.<br />
It was now time to bring this particular adventure to an<br />
end. And the only way for that to happen was to complete our<br />
trip to the bottom of Africa. While tourist guides like to pretend<br />
that Cape Point, near Cape Town, is the southernmost point in<br />
Africa, the truth is that the continent ends at Cape Agulhas, a<br />
bleak peninsula about 100 miles east, where the Indian and<br />
Atlantic Oceans officially meet.<br />
On a cloudy day, reminiscent in many ways of San<br />
Francisco, which we had left a year before, we arrived at the tip<br />
of Africa. We had traveled about 25,000 miles, many of them<br />
over tracks that boggled the mind, and tested us—and our<br />
<strong>Land</strong> <strong>Rover</strong>—to the max. Along the way, we collected a lifetime<br />
of memories and adventures that we still talk about regularly.<br />
We popped a bottle of champagne at Cape Agulhas. We<br />
could drive no further. Andrew reached into his pocket and<br />
pulled out a ring. “After six years together, it looks as if I’ve<br />
run out of road,” he said. “Will you marry me” What can a girl<br />
say in a situation like that<br />
Celebrations aside, it was time for us to face reality. We<br />
had been traveling for more than a year and we had run out of<br />
money. In fact, we didn’t even have the cash to fly back to the<br />
United States. With heavy hearts, we did what we had to do: We<br />
sold our beloved 1960 Series II. It was heart-rending, but we<br />
took solace from the fact that the buyers intended to drive it all<br />
the way through Africa again—doing just what <strong>Land</strong> <strong>Rover</strong>s<br />
are supposed to do. Saying goodbye to the old girl left a void<br />
in our lives until four years ago, when Andrew bought a 1962<br />
Series II-A 88”. Same color, same smell. Same everything. The<br />
only question that we—and our two children—must now<br />
answer is: “Where next”<br />
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