Everything old is new again
Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends.
June 10, 2011, I became the adoptive father of a two ton 1988, 560SL coupe.
It has three options, a fiberglass top, a manually operated convertible soft top, or the blue sky above me.
It came about in a rather strange manner. In the morning my dog Sparky and I walk in the neighborhood.
One of my neighbors had a dog named Tinker. Sparky generally avoids other dogs but he loved to romp with Tinker whose owner was a spry guy in his nineties.
A few days ago as we walked by the house he had his garage door open and visible inside was the red coupe.
He joked, "Would you like to buy it and named a ridiculously high price"
I responded that I would go home and get my checkbook but he withdrew the offer.
A friend suggested I make an offer more in line with the current value of the vehicle.
Another friend suggested I make it in the form of a letter. I posted the letter. Then began having buyer's remorse remembering the thing that dogs love to chase cars but what would they do if they caught one?
I caught one! Within days after I posted the the letter, the little man passed away and shortly after I received a call from the administrator of his estate informing me that I had bought the car.
Wednesday it goes to the shop to be detailed.
The car has appetite for 91 octane gas to feed its 200 plus horsepower on the other hand with less than 32,000 miles it was built to be more or less trouble free for 200,000 miles.
It is not considered a true classic but was a a popular fun car for the wealthy at prices that ran in the $60,000 bracket twenty years ago.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with it.
Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends.
June 10, 2011, I became the adoptive father of a two ton 1988, 560SL coupe.
It has three options, a fiberglass top, a manually operated convertible soft top, or the blue sky above me.
It came about in a rather strange manner. In the morning my dog Sparky and I walk in the neighborhood.
One of my neighbors had a dog named Tinker. Sparky generally avoids other dogs but he loved to romp with Tinker whose owner was a spry guy in his nineties.
A few days ago as we walked by the house he had his garage door open and visible inside was the red coupe.
He joked, "Would you like to buy it and named a ridiculously high price"
I responded that I would go home and get my checkbook but he withdrew the offer.
A friend suggested I make an offer more in line with the current value of the vehicle.
Another friend suggested I make it in the form of a letter. I posted the letter. Then began having buyer's remorse remembering the thing that dogs love to chase cars but what would they do if they caught one?
I caught one! Within days after I posted the the letter, the little man passed away and shortly after I received a call from the administrator of his estate informing me that I had bought the car.
Wednesday it goes to the shop to be detailed.
The car has appetite for 91 octane gas to feed its 200 plus horsepower on the other hand with less than 32,000 miles it was built to be more or less trouble free for 200,000 miles.
It is not considered a true classic but was a a popular fun car for the wealthy at prices that ran in the $60,000 bracket twenty years ago.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with it.
posted by Alan L. Barer at 9:04 PM
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Congrats on your new purchase!
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