There's something about that first hit of red wine in the evening... Instant warm fuzzy loveliness in a glass..
Currently scouring the net for a rally vehicle in my Banrock Station bubble, dinner having been deferred so as not to "ruin the effect of the booze". You can't buy class like that, you have to mature into it.
Our initial gung-ho enthusiasm for pimping a mobile library to take to Mongolia has been tempered by inconvenient truths such as the utter impracticality of trying to take it along roads lacking in tarmac, the fact that some of them weigh about 7 tonnes and have the clearance of a hovercraft (try bungee roping that out of a ditch) and, perhaps most crucially, J's driving licence inexplicably only qualifies her to drive a car or vehicle up to 3.5 tonnes in weight. Not so Lucy and me, for our veteran pre-'97 driving experience means that we can drive any of the following: an electric scooter, a car, a truck under 7.5t, a minibus, a car & trailer, a 7.5t truck & trailer or a minibus & trailer. Not to mention a tractor, ride on lawnmower, tracked vehicle or road roller. None of which are necessarily more practical than a common-or-garden Land Rover, but it does somewhat limit our scope for something that's going to capture sponsors' imagination.
Latest thoughts are that a modified vehicle that could take wheelchairs would be useful out in the sticks; the only stumbling block being that they are bloody expensive - disabled people must be loaded, as the cheapest adapted MPVs we can find are around £15K. Would need to be a pretty feckin generous company to donate that. And it would mean we'd have to rethink our name. Harumph.
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