LONG Defender production line story, so feel free to skip. But, I'll try to keep it short nonetheless.
My wife and I went to the UK on our honeymoon and I convinced her to take the Land Rover tour and driving day in Solihull. So we're there (amazingly it's just the two of us and the guide) and he takes us into the factory. It was amazing - spotless, relatively quiet, super hi-tech, etc. We see Range Rovers and Discos coming down the line and he's showing us this and that, but there were no Defenders (proper ones, this was 2009) in sight. So I ask, since I really do like them, where they are made. Well, he says, there's a different part of the factory, but that's not part of the tour. Seriously? We're like c'mon man, we came all this way, we're a small group etc.; after some cajoling he gives in. It's a pretty big secret, so I hope I am not ruining for anyone, but there's a time machine in Solihull. You walk through a few doors and then boom, it's 1948.
The differences between where the RRs and the Defenders are built cannot even be explained. Think ultra-modern, top-of-the-line-hospital surgery center in the US vs. a medical tent at the height of the American Civil War. No super ergonomic robot assistants for the workers, no white overalls or pristine surfaces, it was seriously 1948 and it was awesome. Highlights included a guy whacking the door hinges on a 90" at full blast because the door wouldn't sit flush or the guy carrying a tire in one hand, the other slung on top of his shoulder like a boom box and a freshly-lit Camel dangling from his lips. We loved it!
Another classic moment on the day and perhaps the funniest thing my wife has ever said: They take us into where the offices and stuff are (if I remember they're in part of the original brick building) and there's the latest engine (don't recall what it was) on an engine stand on display. It was kinda mounted on a pole and the pole was in a large plant pot with crushed rock in its base. The stones were a light shade of gray and there was a wet-spot making some of the rocks darker; upon seeing this my wife says "They even leak oil when they're not in the car?" and I lost it. The tour guide, on the other hand, flashed an awfully cold look, but we giggled for the rest of the day!