English Essay...sounds stupid but read!!!

[theclay333]

Ok...agian like i said in the title this is going to sound like a really stupid thread. Im starting to write a Compare and contrast essay for my english class. Being a series owner, i thought it would be a cool idea for me to compare and contrast old and new land rovers. I was thinking of talking about the model progressions, from series one to the current lineup. Talking about the "luxuries" mentioned in old advertising as compared to the new ads. Also, I thought i would talk about the Different technologies that went into the creation of these trucks...everything from the series engine to the range rovers air suspension and stuff. And you cant forget the Factory installed "onboard Rust protection" that is present on most any land rover. I thought i would even talk about how the Land Rover name has been passed from automaker to automaker.

Anyway, i was wondering if you guys had any sugguestions for things that i could talk about or even links to old advertising and stuff like that.

[roverdawg]

Try contacting this guy, or the company he bought the ads from for samples:

http://www.off-road.com/RoverWeb/Tidbits/ads.html

Good luck!

[Capt. Ron]

This is what I would do. Pick a few areas that you can actually compare and contrast, ie...new tech vs. old tech; Rover vs. Jeep; suspensions, drive trains. Give a brief history of each in your intro. How they came to be, their intended uses, and compare/ contrast their progression through the years. They've both been around about the same length of time. Present the facts and offer personal experiences if possible.

Good luck.

[theclay333]

I set it up like it would be on a post here.... thought it gave it an interesting touch....and i turned it in already... advice is welcome, but not nessacary...

Posted: November 12, 2005 Title: Land Rover Legend
Here is a little story for all you lovers out there.
Your brother’s name was Sarge. Grandpa first saw him back in England. He was crude, awkwardly small, and ugly; yet, I loved everything about Sarge. The rest of the family hated Sarge; until he and Grandpa saved Christmas. Grandpa had to get the turkey. On Christmas Eve, there was a huge snow storm. Knowing the snow would cause problems Grandpa got up early for his journey even though it was only a few miles. He let Sarge warm up, and got everything set up for the best traction – low range, four wheel drive. Grandpa put his hands next to the little heater to keep his hands from freezing. He drove on the unplowed roads; with snow drifts that went up to Sarge’s fenders. Sarge managed to keep grandpa moving at a steady pace, every once in a while slowing down near objects that resembled stop signs. After about half an hour, he got to his destination, and picked up the turkey. Sarge started right up, and made the drive to the house. By then, there was more snow coming down, making driving more treacherous. Sarge struggled not to slide around, and made the journey home. It made us all so happy; we couldn’t have a Christmas without grandma’s famous turkey.
That was a great Christmas; we were all together, and Sarge made that possible.

I was only four of five, but yearned to find someone like you. I later found you in 1970, in the back row of a used car lot. Born in ‘65, a Series IIA, one of 16,000 others that made it across the pond.
Hasn’t it been about thirty-five years? You’ve been with me most of my life, but it’s time you gave more years of sevice to a new someone. It’s hard to think I won’t be driving you every morning, but after all these years my wife has really grown tired of oil drops littering the driveway. All the constant repair work; coupled with the occasional trip to the emergency room. Your seats have ripped to pieces, and become contoured to our every curve, yet still let us experience every change in the road. You have to be babied in cold mornings, needing me to sit there and coax you to stay running. She always hated theses things, but I loved every one of them. She recently has convinced me that it is time for a new vehicle. Tomorrow you and I are going to Denver to look at new Land Rovers. I know you really hate your Ford-owned relatives, but my wife really wants a change.
That was what I told Sid.
I got up the next morning to go to the Land Rover dealer. It was about an hour and a half’s drive to Denver, and the Sid didn’t enjoy the drive. When we arrived, the salesman all gathered around to gawk at the classic. They didn’t say anything. It took a while for them to realize I was a customer, not someone on a parts run.
One salesman, Charlie, finally approached me, and we began to discuss my plan. He started telling about the Range Rover, and Range Rover Sport. He told me how both have a 4.2 liter supercharged V8 engine, legendary electronic air-suspension systems, Blenheim leather seats, Harmon Kardon audio; everything that didn’t matter. Charlie told me about the newest Discovery (LR3), which to me looked like something out of a bad sci-fi movie; it also had similar state of the art suspension system with more elaborate knobs and buttons for engaging different systems, and an equally large engine. Again, these were all things that weren’t important. I was only concerned with character. Charlie decided I would most likely enjoy a Range Rover. I agreed that it had the most character. It had the reputation of being a rugged off-road machine with looks to match. It was the first vehicle ever displayed in the Louvre Museum in Paris, as a sculpture. It certainly had retained its looks, although now with more modern styling, it is overall more sophisticated. Currently, it looked like something an owner would never dream of getting dirty. I had certainly seen enough at Land Rover events to know getting dirty is second nature for a Range Rover.
I only had a few questions. I asked if Charlie thought my wife would like the Range Rover. He spent twenty minutes telling me the same things he did earlier, but never actually answered the question. I could care less, my wife was tired of my truck, and my back could use some extra comfort. The only other question was if Land Rovers still leaked? Charlie looked at me not realizing this was a serious question and didn’t answer. I didn’t need an answer, a Land Rover leaks, regardless of age. I took it for a stylized test drive. The track had minor bumps and quick turns to demonstrate certain aspects of the design; it was quite impressive.
Down to business. We started talking about color, options…and price. By the end of our discussions, I had a splitting headache and writers cramp from signing all the paperwork. I had bought Land Rover, in the process given myself an early birthday present, for the next ten years. I knew Range Rovers were expensive, but once the price got past ninety-thousand dollars, I decided to nix the monogrammed key fob. Charlie and I started talking about trading in my pride and joy. Although it would bring no real money, one salesman knew a collector who would love to have it in his stable. It was the next best thing. I left my Series there, and drove my new Range Rover home. My wife was ecstatic, she thought it was so beautiful, it was so comfortable, warm, and quiet. She couldn’t stop praising me about my decision. I knew she wanted my new car.

I enjoyed the Range Rover for a while, as nice as it was, it didn’t have the same character of my Series Rover. I grew tired of the quick starts, responsive throttle, faster than 55 MPH speeds, really missed my old car. As soon as my wife knew I didn’t want the Range Rover, she quickly made the Range Rover her own. I wanted my Rover back. I called the collector, and asked if I could buy mine back. Even though it was just as unique as his others, he wouldn’t miss it as much as I did. We were back together. To classic Land Rover standards, it drove like new.
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– SeriesRoverLover65’s Signature:
My Rover: 1965 Series IIA 88” Basic Hardtop

Quotes:
“That’s not an oil leak, its just marking its territory.”
“It’s not leaking, that’s the factory rust inhibitor.”
“Four wheel drive allows you to get stuck in places even more inaccessible.”


p.s. thanks to all the people on the site i kinda borrowed thier quotes from...

[Capt. Ron]

Oh yeah, this is an essay. I forgot. Got into reading it and forgot about the essay part. I liked it. Hope you get a good grade for it.