Since there was a request last time for me to post a picture of my husband's Landrover, here it is. This is Hubert, who is mostly a 1967 'Rover. He was assembled from pieces about six years ago when my husband decided he wanted a diesel Landrover and couldn't find an affordable one to hand. He's sprung like a buckboard, runs on diesel, biodiesel, or vegetable oil, and exerts some kind of powerful and (to me) mysterious fascination on a surprising number of guys of all ages. Yesterday a toddler walked by our house with his mother and never took his eyes off Hubert the whole time, to the point that he was looking 180 degrees over his shoulder from hundreds of yards away after passing by. Jeff, maybe you can enlighten me about why this is??
Every boy knows the power of a bona fide machine. Being able to control the power and treading over the tundra is a dream that manifest when you become a man. My son plays with his cars and trucks outside in the front yard for hours at a time. Making roads and little towns is his way to dream that maybe some day when he grows up, he to will be able to develop his own world. In general, the male species likes to dominate and explore, and with a vehicle like Hubert, men of all ages know the raw power Hubert represents.
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