I call the Chief Transport Officer at the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) on Friday to say I that I was interested in learning about the history of the vehicle I had bought, and that I needed a signature on a Form C transferring ownership from EPA.Â Of course he was rather suspicious about who I was and what I was after exactly, but accepted my offer to come by the following week to see him. Â His unease was perfectly understandable, he was only being professional.Â Â When I visited is small office in the basement of the EPA building the copy of the letter I had from the EPA Director to DVLA asking them to transfer ownership, together with the picture I brought of me standing with the unrestored Defender with the EPA logo still on the side helped put him at ease.Â Â It did take some explaining why Mr. Andy had not come himself, but I just said that as a diplomat and ultimate owner of the DefenderÂ I was the one in whose interest it was to get this done in a legal and transparent manner.Â His primary concern was actually that the EPA markings had to be removed before he would sign the form, which also made sense. I did not have it with me so had to return a couple of days later. Â Mr. Orgle was delighted see the restored Defender and talked to me about an internal debate going on in EPA about the pros and cons of maintaining vehicles beyond a certain point. Â He sounded as if he was partial to the “sell it before it gets too old” option, while the Director apparently has a soft spot for a couple of other old Defenders they have and wants to restore them.Â Mr. Orgle seemed very impressed by the condition ofÂ the vehicle and when I told him how much I had paid to have the work done he took Opere’s contact info and said they might go see him.Â Â He then signed the Form ‘C”’, had me take his picture with the vehicle and we shook hands.
Armed with the signed Form C from EPA I returned to see “Sam” at DVLA.Â I needed four photos for the paperwork, which were readily available from a few photographers set up under trees around the DVLA grounds, and was treated to a long period in a cubicle with three women who were filling out forms, mine among them, asking me if I was married, and when I said yes inquiring if “mummy” would beat me if they took me home with them. Â After paying GHC 60 to a cashier I finally had the registration and the windshield sticker to prove it. Â They did not change the plates, which did not bother me at all as I rather like have plates that have the same number as the year of the vehicle – 1995. Â I inquired about getting diplomatic plates but Sam explained that Â this had to be done through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which makes perfect sense. Â I just don’t know if we will have time to go through the process, although it would greatly reduce pullovers by police and facilitate border transfers.