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Last updated on August 8th, 2017 at 10:32 am
A Bentley convertible is one thing; a Bentley plumber’s van, quite another. This inventive device is located in New Zealand, where – from memory – a farmer once re-fashioned a D-Type Jaguar into something suitable for rounding up cattle.
(Via Andrew Landeryou)
- That looks like a bit of a sheepish grin on his face. I suppose he should be able to get in for his chop in that speed machine before some other plumber pulls the wool over his eyes.Posted by surfmaster on 2007 01 28 at 09:09 AM • permalink
- All publicity is good publicity. Perhaps the cattle and plumbing in NZ are very fast.
Here in the US there used to be a cottage industry converting Cadillacs into pickups. When I lived in California the guy who ran the business across from my employer had two of them. And of course so many Mercedes were made into station wagons in Arkansas that Benz gave up and started doing it themselves, for a while.
Regards,
Ric
- Plumbers driving brand new Bentleys, converting a D-Type into a farm vehicle—what is it with the Kiwis?Posted by Bruce Rheinstein on 2007 01 28 at 11:04 AM • permalink
- Holy crap! A new Bentley! I had assumed that it was going to have been an older (but not antique) and/or damaged-but-repaired one—but it’s brand new. Holy crap!Posted by andycanuck on 2007 01 28 at 12:27 PM • permalink
- BTW, paco, who sold the man a Personalized Automobile Conversion Optimiser? Because I thought that N.Z. was in my sales area; and I’ve never heard of the guy before today.Posted by andycanuck on 2007 01 28 at 01:27 PM • permalink
- With what plumbers charge in LA, a Bentley pick-up is OEM…Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 01 28 at 02:52 PM • permalink
- This reminds me of something David E. Davis, Jr. wrote in Car & Driver almost 30 years ago. He was spending the night at the West Texas ranch of a man named Hetherly, who had several men to entertain that evening and didn’t want to go into town. From memory:
Hetherly’s plan is to pile into his Buick Electra 225 with drinks, a Q-Beam spotlight, and a Franchi 20-gauge shotgun, and go harass the jackrabbits.
Thirty minutes later, bouncing across the hills drenched in ice-cold whiskey and laughing fit to die, we make no appreciable dent in the jackrabbit population. But we sure as hell test the Electra’s suspension and undercarriage.
I wish I’d been there for that. Sometimes I feel as though I had been.
Posted by Rittenhouse on 2007 01 28 at 10:54 PM • permalink
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