I’ve had my 1992 Range Rover for about three years now. When I was a kid, my dad borrowed my uncle’s Series IIA while he was repairing his own car. For the whole week I was excited about getting up in the morning to get a ride to school in it.
Its image and design burned themselves into my head and I’ve been dreaming about them ever since. I still haven’t found the right Series IIA that I can afford.
As a kid, I saw the Range Rover Classic as a sort of imposter, and thought I might be the only lonely soul in the US besides my uncle who knew what a ‘real’ Land Rover was. But now I believe the Range Rover Classic is a perfect specimen of healthy engineering and design that adds delight to driving. I let my kids sit on my lap and steer when we’re driving off-road, and they can’t help but laugh the whole time.
We use the Classic for a variety of ‘distinguished’ family activities including camping at the beach, camping in the Redwoods, taking it to the drive-in (the kids nestle in bedding on the roof rack, and catch a warm Delta breeze and a movie), lots of rough desert off-roading for fun and practice, and of course the everyday trips to school, soccer practice and the store. It’s also occasionally used as a jungle gym by the kids when it’s just sitting in the yard.
Another key role it fulfils is that of fruit-picking platform. I pull the Classic into the side driveway, where we have a grapefruit tree, and we use the roof rack as a platform to pick the fruit. We situp there with a knife and some maple syrup and eat them one at a time, picking them off the tree. For some reason, this is abundantly entertaining for the kids and me.
This owner review appeared in the April 2011 issue of LRO. Current and Back issues are available to download on digital devices here. Please note, we only hold stocks of the the last three back issues.