SARGE AND ME: The Gods Must Be Insane.
Grandma Gen
The further I get down the rabbit hole, the more these trucks show up in my life. At this point, I can’t even turn on a terrible crime drama on Netflix without a beautiful Defender gracing my screen as I just try to unwind. As I have started to venture out further from the garage, each and every trip has gotten me closer to my childhood. What I found was at the end of the rainbow was not a romance like I thought but a family connection. My grandmother played The Gods Must be Crazy at least three days a week for me. Apparently, I was brainwashed with a Series II.