As with all my Land-Rovers, recent past and present (time was when my first nine or ten were just given nomenclature according to the three numbers on the reg.), titles of 'The Who' songs are hewn in the Birmabright.
My most faithful Land-Rover ever (and one which many on here will know), 'Tommy', had to go, earlier this year, as it just wasn't getting used for reasons of affordability within the realms of the kind of work I do. Were it a diesel motor, I'd have mothballed and not worried; but a petrol engine is more likely to block in dry climes like over 'ere, so the 88" truck-cab moved on...such is the merry-go-round of Leafer ownership. However, it was especially difficult as many folk I know had clubbed together and slung a new chassis beneath when it was discovered the old one was past its sell-by.
An 88" I'm running now is of the heavy oil variety and is a four to five hundred mile per-week horse, with me plodding about doing the kind of jobs that individuals themselves can't be arsed doing...and it serves me well.
As it was passed on to me for free by a rather decent chap called Arjan, it naturally got the name of a song from 'Who's Next?'...Bargain...
Chuffs out a variation of smokes as it sees fit, which means I could probably do with retarding a bit, as well as replacing the stem-seals. However, I'm happy with speed and compression, so won't be rushing about replacing rings yet.
Decked the back out with hard-board, with a multitude of hooks etc, for resident tools. The Brownchurch comes in handy (thank you, high lord of the ambush), and...well...it's just a deuced reliable example of a very late (1984) 5-bearing.
Other motors, later.