Date registered: Jul 2009
Vehicle: 1986 300E (manual transmission)
Location: Provo, Utah
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Eating one's words
Several years ago my brother and sister-in-law bought a Mercedes wagon instead of a mini-van. 'Oh, please!—' I thought. They coo'd about it for a few years. I rolled my eyes about it for a few years. Then they hit a deer and the machine couldn't be saved (neither could the deer). They got a great deal on a minivan and have been in mourning ever since.
Last month my wife and I decided to take advantage of the recession and go for one of the amazing auto lease deals. We tried Accords, Civics, Camrys and were on our way to try a Fusion. Earlier we had passed the lot of an auto mechanic specializing in German vehicles and I had seen a dignified auto with (I thought) a ridiculously low price tag on it. On a whim we returned, got in the car, drove it a few miles, and bought it, it being an '86 300E manual transmission in Ivory with a brown interior. "In 3 years," we reasoned, "we'll have spent $10,000 on a leased car and it still won't be ours. Even if we have to put $6000 or $7000 into the Mercedes over the next 3 years we'll still be money ahead. Besides, it smells German and it feels real inside", not like the new cars we'd been testing. I grew up in VWs, my father had before me, too. They weren't Mercedes but they smelled the same.
I'm hooked. I want another one. Last week, visiting family, saw an older one for sale near Ithaca, NY. I considered driving it back to Utah. One for each of us. I look for them on the road. I can spot them in back yards, in salvage yards, in drive ways and on the motor ways. I'm blind to everything else.
My brother is jealous. But I take him for rides.
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