Ordell is a “treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen” kinda guy. He taught us how to love him, and how to love driving again. He taught us the hard way – no power steering or ABS, and gears only available if you ask very, very nicely and stop shouting at him. We are so well protected in our modern namby-pamby cars, but Ordell helped me remember what I used to love about driving, which is feeling it! Our trip in Ordell was a surprise 40th birthday present – G was expecting a hotel!! So after the initial shock of the rather cramped sleeping quarters (neither of us attempted to scale the dizzy heights of the roof bed) and the sheer amount of organisation needed to sort out your possessions before and after sleeping, we were left with the rest of him: the wonderfully dinky and well equipped ‘kitchen’ area, all the cupboards and stowaway areas, the pop-up top to give us headroom and more airflow, the working tap, the FRIDGE! And best of all, you’ve got all your gear with you, you pull up and park, and you’re camped. Job done. None of this comes close to describing our brilliant Ordell experience… he’s fab, we love him, we want to have his babies.
