A week and a half ago, the husband and I looked at a car our mechanic was offering to sell us. Now, a good mechanic is like gold and I trust his word when he says it’s a good buy for us. He’s known us for some time, works with us if we have a major repair and has been urging us for a while to consider replacing our junker. We loved what he showed us, but weren’t going to be seduced by the first vehicle we drove. Went out did our due diligence, visited dealers, were annoyed by salesmen, winced at the prices and decided the rather sizable difference between the cheapest car we looked at on a dealer’s lot and our mechanics car could a) pay for a lot of repairs and b) pay for vacations and things like that.
Yesterday, we handed over the check and today the husband is getting the registration done at AAA. We are now the proud owners of a 1986 Mercedes 420SEL with only one previous owner (we’re not counting our mechanic since he fixed it up and didn’t use it for driving).
The chrome is genuine chrome, not a thin layer over plastic, it passed its smog test as proudly as any new from the factory model could, we have a new radio, leather seats and leg and head room. We have a big trunk that could fit just about everything we need. By the way, the shine you see in the pictures? That’s without having it waxed and detailed.
We could have gone newer, we could have gone for something that had more “economy” but our hearts ruled our heads in this instant. We sat in the Hondas and the Toyotas and they were transport, nothing more. This car seduced us with its luxury and the way it cruises along the highway. This isn’t a car just for running to the grocery store; this is a car to head out along Pacific Coast Highway and see the wonders of the coast. We’re going to spend more money on this car than the last one, I know. One of the enthusiast websites said, “These aren’t transports; these are hobbies and passions.”
Sometimes, it’s best to let yourself be seduced.