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I love the internet. I love being able to hop on it and order what I need knowing it will turn up a couple of days later and I have not had to drive around to a few different places talking to teenage pleb ends who have no interest in what I want to buy or in giving the correct product let alone the time of day.

I do try and box clever with delivery though. I order stuff aiming for it to arrive when I am around the house to save that nightmare trip to the local sorting office to be met by a grown up pleb who will not be able to find my parcel amongst the piles of them they have hidden out of eyesight in these places.

My family don’t share the same view on delivery they just order their crap normally from the other side of the world and then miss the delivery and moan like bloody hell until they have it in their hands and promptly forget about the tat they have bought in a couple of hours. My eldest daughter has done just that. She missed a parcel she just “HAD” to have today but she was at work all morning and the sorting office would be closed when she was done so the inevitable “Daaaadd” came out and I was forced to go and pick the bloody thing up this morning.

The thing is I had ordered a tank bag for the motorbike as I would need it for the charity week that’s fast approaching and I had to collect some bits for the Landy this morning but “no great panic” I thought to myself as Wifey and the youngest will be in while I am out so all they have to do is answer the door and take it off of the postman.

No great task that is it?

Well I picked up a replacement fuel tank along with the funnel fittings and a set of steering bars then headed for the sorting office. All was going well and I was making good time until I arrived there. There were a few folk queuing all the way down the side of the building of course so my marathon 45 minute wait for a parcel I didn’t want or need started. The one single pleb serving seemed to be illiterate which is a handy trait a post office building and seemed to look at pictures on his phone more than peoples collection cards. Stating my annoyance in a civil manner of course is probably why he took 5 minutes to have a cup of tea/collect my daughters parcel but I had it soon enough and escaped home to find a big red parcel collection note on my front door mat and my wonderful family still snoring in bed.

They still wonder why I am pissed off! Back to the sorting office pleb on Monday morning for my tank bag it is then.

Still I had the chance of a couple of hours on the project today so firstly I had to spray up the new steering bars ready for fitting as the rust colour wasn’t that fetching

Then I cleaned up and sealed the replacement fuel tank

The reason for changing from twin tanks to a single is because I want a filler neck. The idea of taking out both seat bases when I fuel up really is unappealing so while I am doing the rebuild of the fuel system which was everything but the fuel tank a little extra work is not a problem.

Then it was onto the steering bars. The original ones were banana shaped and god only knows how they ended up that way! I can only presume some monkey decided to strap it up on them or lift them with a fork lift!


The bends were pretty severe so much so the front wheels were facing inwards. The smaller bar came off easy enough but the longer bar decided it had to have the usual blood and pain sacrifice to the Landy gods before giving up.

One set of the replacement track rod ends were in reqally good condition but I will need to replace the ones on the longer bar but I have fitted the bar into place to keep everything in the right order and nit confuse myself!

They look well though and yes I know I am sad liking how my new steering bars look!

The wheels are straight as well which is nice! I managed to swap these bars for an old wing skin I had kicking around which is always better than having to pay for them!

Of course then the Wife started shouting about how I had to get clean because we have to go and do something dull somewhere else so the tools were packed away and I took solace in the mental list I have of whats left to do.

***I have just realised that my costing list has not taken into account the refunds of money for the bits I have sold off of the Landy. I shall tot up what I have made and then add it as a credit to the costing’s***

Landy Project Costs

Land Rover £375

Sanding Discs £11.70

Ignition Barrel £20

Heritage letter £21.75

2x Batteries and rear 1/4 light £35

Pair Battery Terminal Clamps £3.99

Floor pan nuts & bolts £6.50

Grinding disc £2.25

Under Seal £8.99

Complete set of lights £85

5 Litres Primer £24.99

4 Discovery Wheels £10.20

Rear Door £21.00

Front Door £20.00

Handbrake spring £1.50

2 Discovery wheels

Two seatbelts

Wing Mirror

2 Headlight surrounds

2 headlight frames £60

2 Front Doors £60

Nato Green Paint £36

Rear Window Seal and insert £9.99

Wiring connectors £3.00

2 tins of silver metal paint £7.00

Fuses & Sandpaper £4.50

5x tins black spray £5.00

5x more tins black spray £5.00

Clutch fluid

Exhaust putty

WD40 £8.49

Car Boot Bits £13

Front & rear shocks £59.45

Front & rear brake rebuild kits £81.62

Fuel tank & filler £40


TOTAL £1039.92

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