Six years ago I purchased had a Land Rover 90 pickup from a niebour it had an engine problem regarding cooling system pressurising. I completely stripped and rebuilt the engine replacing pistons/bearings/valves spent a fortune but problem persisted. Had the engine out and stripped down twice before resolving, turned out to be a hairline crack in cylinder wall only visible when heat applied with a blowtorch.
Once sorted I went to town on this car constructed a special unique top which retained the pickup cab with a modified hard top back and rear door, Although I say so myself it looked great.
After all new wheels/tyres/brakes and back from a new mot road tax and a full tank of fuel, I parked it locked on my drive.
Following morning GONE I was completely devastated I had spent all my spare time over the previous two years working on this car, representing hundreds of hours and considerable expense.
Worse was to come, apparently the car had been used by thieving scum in a ram raid and had been found in a field a mile from my home completely burnt out. I went to have a look and I wish I hadn’t there was not a single item salvageable, even the engine had melted in the intense heat. I cried, and I am unable remove that image from my head, it has change my feelings towards the human race, I generally do not like people anymore.
I have since invested many hours and cost restoring my 68 mini cooper but wont use it for fear of leaving it unattended. I am now contemplating restoring my mini countryman thinking perhaps I may use that, but wonder if old desirable cars are a target for lowlife thieves. Sorry if my tale has depressed you but emotional involvement certainly.