The Landrover
Back in the day when it was nearly impossible to buy new cars in New Zealand, but they permitted imports if the importer had owned the vehicle six months overseas, Australia was full of Kiwis with secondhand cars grimly holding on to them for the allotted time before they went back to the Shaky Isles. Lindsay McG was no exception. Turn his hand to anything, could Lindsay.

He bought a down at heel Landie and started working on it. New suspension and steering parts, partial rewiring, valve grind, repaint, he even sewed up a nice new canvas roof. All done in the bush beside his caravan in a construction camp in the middle of absolutely nowhere. The nearest dealer was 100 kilometres away. I gave him a hand now and then.

By the time he was finished it looked almost as if it were new. So a couple of weeks before his departure he drove 220 km to the nearest city to buy it a ticket on a ship.

While he was in the shipping agent's office some low life hot wired it and drove it away. He never saw it again. Bastards.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Mon 7 Dec 2009, 9:57, Reply)