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bktheirregular) wrote2003-07-22 03:39 pm
bktheirregular) wrote2003-07-22 03:39 pm
*sigh*
I take a quick break from the studies and hop on AutoTrader.com to browse. There's really only one car I'd put in a lot of effort to find, and that's the '89 Daytona with the T-tops.
Today, there's two of them. One's two thousand miles away, one's two hundred miles away. If I were working, if I didn't have the bar exam to worry about, I'd schedule a road trip RIGHT NOW to see that second car.
No guarantees that I'd buy it even if I had the cash for it, though. Don't know if this story has been put in my LJ yet, but it serves as a cautionary tale:
A couple of years back I found a promising Daytona-Shelby, about 300 miles away. My brother and I set out on a road trip to look at it (braving fog in the Appalachians), and at first glance it looked pretty good.
Then the dealer tried to start it.
The battery was dead. One tire was flat. They pumped up the tire and charged the battery, showed me the interior of the car, and when I got out and closed the driver's door, it wouldn't open again. After some prying, they got the door open again, and with the engine at last running, I pulled the lever to release the emergency brake.
Nothing happened.
The dealer got in and tried to start the car rolling ... and I noted with a certain dark amusement that one of the rear wheels wasn't turning. He drove it up and down the side street the lot was on, locked wheel smoking as it was dragged along the pavement, and it finally released, so he let me test-drive it a bit. Gagues were kinda sticky, engine was rough...
Give you one guess as to whether I bought the car.
Today, there's two of them. One's two thousand miles away, one's two hundred miles away. If I were working, if I didn't have the bar exam to worry about, I'd schedule a road trip RIGHT NOW to see that second car.
No guarantees that I'd buy it even if I had the cash for it, though. Don't know if this story has been put in my LJ yet, but it serves as a cautionary tale:
A couple of years back I found a promising Daytona-Shelby, about 300 miles away. My brother and I set out on a road trip to look at it (braving fog in the Appalachians), and at first glance it looked pretty good.
Then the dealer tried to start it.
The battery was dead. One tire was flat. They pumped up the tire and charged the battery, showed me the interior of the car, and when I got out and closed the driver's door, it wouldn't open again. After some prying, they got the door open again, and with the engine at last running, I pulled the lever to release the emergency brake.
Nothing happened.
The dealer got in and tried to start the car rolling ... and I noted with a certain dark amusement that one of the rear wheels wasn't turning. He drove it up and down the side street the lot was on, locked wheel smoking as it was dragged along the pavement, and it finally released, so he let me test-drive it a bit. Gagues were kinda sticky, engine was rough...
Give you one guess as to whether I bought the car.