With a lump hammer in his hand out intrepid hero, threw caution to the wind, "You have nothing to loose," he told himself firmly, and reached out for his Land Rover Bible. He stood up and with a resolve and passion he had never known before he had aquired his "beloved", he strode out of the house into the wild smog filled streets of Lambeth, in search of some patience, for he would need plenty of it in the next few weeks/months/years to come.
By the way you need a name for your Land Rover.
1990 Discovery V8i 1985 Range Rover V8 1975 88" Series 3, 2.25 petrol