So yeah, I bought the car. I headed up to Nottingham earlier this afternoon to have a look at it and I instantly knew that I wanted it. The guy running the place, John; was busy washing one of the cars when we walked up.
John: Couldn’t fucking believe it boys.
Me: What’s that?
John: Fucking SNOW in March?!
Me: What? Really?
John: Yeah did you not see it?
Me: It’s been sunny all day down my end.
John: What time did you wake up? I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was bloody snow!
Me: Ah well, I’m from Chesterfield, no snow there.
He was an aged gentlemen, probably in his late 50s? I saw through most of his sales bullshit straight away, he wasn’t some classic cheesy bastard with slick hair or anything, kept telling me he was ex forces as if to project a sense of trust, then at one point said he was ex-police. I said to him, I’m a salesman myself. I don’t need convincing to buy this car, I want it. I want to buy it today but I want to know what’s gone wrong with it and what’s likely to go one with it once I’d bought it.
He showed me the service history of the car, a new cam belt was put on a couple of years ago which is always good, a new head gasket; which is always good news. I had to get mine replaced last year myself so it’s worth knowing something like that.
One of the electric windows didn’t work but he said that’d be fixed by the time I come and collect it. Few cracks in the paint, not so much as you’d notice though unless you really look at it which is what I was doing, a bit of a dint on the bonnet but that was about it. For the price I’m paying and the age of the car it looked like a reasonable deal.
Then he let me test drive it, I’ve only ever driven my Fiesta and a Micra and sometimes a few years ago my dads Audi A6. I got in the car, turned on the ignition and the engine roared. My God. It sounded beautiful.
My engine roars, but it just sounds broken rather than a lion. Headed out on to the road, stalled it three times because I wasn’t used to a responsive clutch. I said to him though, “So this is what it’s like to drive a car?”
It’s going to take some getting used to, considering my Fiesta, you have to really put the foot down in first to get going. In that, I put the foot down in first gear and I was fucking gone. The guy next to me nearly had a heart attack. Especially on the way back and he pointed out a red light, I panicked and went through it!
It’s also a little snug and as we all know, I’m not a small man but I reckon I’ll be alright. Fashion over comfort is what I always say.
So it’s getting all fixed, taxed and ready for pick up on Thursday, which gives me enough time to get my insurance sorted out. Need to find someone to drive me to Nottingham Thursday so I can bring it back and then I can rock up to Scotland in it next week.
Excited isn’t even the word!
Overall it wasn’t a bad experience, I’m happy with it and so long as everything works when I get it I should be fine. John was a nice guy, although I supposed he’d have to be. He knocked me a bit off the price and said any work that needs doing to it will be included in the cost. (Too right it fucking will be!)
Only thing I need to worry about now is how to get rid of that piece of junk outside.