Ain't she a beaut!!!
She's a 1984, Mercedes 240 Diesel. I finally have something that is older than our relationship. The odometer shows over 300,000 KM, but I think it's rolled over once already. She has some added features:
genuine imitation lambswool seat covers
a trunk that doesn't really lock (but leaks - and smells)
a flashy modern American radio that does not fit with the 20 year old german interior
some sort of small bottle of dark liquid hanging from the rear view mirror - K suggests it is the vial of Angelina Jolie's blood given to Billy Bob Thornton but then later discarded in some third world country
a hefty thumping in the power column at low RPMs - I keep expecting the entire power train to split apart some day
almost no power off the line...putt putt putt...I have to make sure there is plenty of room before I pull in front of Italian drivers
frost regularly forms on the windows...inside and out, since the seals on the car are so bad - all those ice shavings make my lammswool wet and dingy
the doors tend to freeze shut (same problem)
I'm starting to get attached to my terrorist yellow bomber car. I get all kinds of looks. It's great...I like to imagine it's the same looks I would get if I drove a red italian sportscar.
but the best part...she's free until I can find a ride for myself
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