It has not been years since I owned my 1997 Land Rover Discovery but I still have disco fever. I know, I have a pretty nice German sedan sitting outside, but there is something very tinker-toy, very fulfilling, about owning a jungle-quality Ute.
My time with the Disco was too short but I am committed to getting another one, either in the form of this model year, one I can chop and customize and, or something more refined like an LR3; however, at the end of the day, the diesel Defender 130 also calls my name.
Wait! How disrespectful of me to say these things, this is not about other vehicles, this is about my particular love and remembrance of my good old 1997 Land Rover Discovery. Above, a collage of adoration and respect.
