This damn '93 Defender won't leave me alone. It's been stalking me like prey for a few weeks now. Or am I stalking it? Either way. All white. Seats eight. Patagonia surfboard resting in its grips. Smells like saltwater. It... is... fantastic and sleeps every night in my neighborhood. A rare gem in New York City as you don't see that many unique cars here.
The Ford Fiesta has been treating me and my friends very well this summer. But when it's time to off road it and guzzle gas with a small army that boxy Defender is it. The kid can dream, can't I?...
