Captain Slow Charging
- Nov 26, 2007
- Atomic toaster
Just today a friend of mine bought a '88 BMW E30 320i. The seller was an old guy who had bought it new and driven all these years with it. He had taken a good care (even public would be amazed by the amount of documents), but of course after so many years and 240k km it had a bit of rust and some other little things, but all the major things worked well. He had bought a 1-series to replace it, maybe he got a bit too old to drive without power assistance, I don't know. Anyway, he didn't have a place for the E30, and he wanted to sell it instead of crushing it, which was the right thing to do. Of course I was happy when a friend of mine had bought a good car for a bargain, but it kinda hurt me when I started to wonder what the man was thinking when we two unknown men drove away with the car he had been using for almost quater of a century. I certainly couldn't have been able to sell it.
I still have part of the grill from my first car. It popped out when it hit the rear end of another car, so I picked it up and kept it.
It'll go back up on the wall when I move somewhere.
I've been a mess whenever I've had to part with cars. I've never had a lemon or something that has made my life miserable. Not saying they haven't had problems, but I learned lots from fixing them. But most of them have done lots of country miles, been to obscure little towns in the middle of nowhere, suffered through the burning dashboards of summer and the frozen radiators of winter, lots of memories and a ton of personality, each one with it's own idiosyncrasies. All but the mazda. My current (and first bought as new) car. Don't get me wrong, love it as a car, have lots of fun with it, but I haven't bonded. Dunno if I am going to feel the same when it's time to sell it.