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Date registered: Dec 2012
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My 84 300CD has an interesting history: Three owners in my family (I'm the third) and the one who appreciates it the most.
In 1984, my grandmother bought the car new. She knew that European cars are the "Best," in terms of elegance and quality of construction, and that "Mercedes-Benz were the very top of the line among European cars. Let it be said that my grandmother knew what was good quality but knew nothing whatsoever about how they work. Fortunately she had an excellent, if somewhat cantankerous, old mechanic, who would call her up and tell her (not ask her) that it was time to bring her car in for service - today!
She loved the car, but could not come to terms with the sound it made. She thought that a high-quality car should be silent, and although she understood that the 300CD needed "special oil," i.e., diesel fuel (!) she could not accept that the "clanking sound" was the noise that diesels are supposed to make.
In 1988, she brought the 300CD to the mechanic for routine oil and filter service at the dealership. A slick, fast-talking salesman offered her a "no-obligations" test drive, "just for fun," while she was waiting for the car to be serviced.
She agreed, and at the end of a two hour test drive, she had traded the 300CD for a 560SL. The dealership took the 300CD as part of the trade.
A week later, the dealership called her back, complaining that the 300CD had such low miles that they found themselves unable to sell it. They had tried to unload it on high-end used car dealers from Cheyenne to Pueblo, and all were sure that a five-year old car with only 6000 miles on it had to be a lemon. (For some inexplicable reason, none of these dealers believed the story about a little old lady who only drove her car to the grocery store every two weeks.)
My grandmother obligingly told the dealership that my mother would be happy to take the 300CD off their hands - then called my mother to tell her that she had just "agreed" to buy "her" Mercedes.
Although my mother really couldn't afford it, she cashed in some stock and purchased the 300CD that had been my grandmother's from the dealership.
My mother kept it for twelve years, putting the bulk of the miles on it (now 168,000) during this time. Ironically, she actually preferred to drive my Saab 900, since it had a 5-speed manual and seemed to be quicker off the line.
In 2002, as part of her plot to lure me back from California, my mother bought a new VW Passat, and promised me her Mercedes if I would come back to Colorado.
I was planning to move back anyway, but accepted the Mercedes. It is the best car I have ever owned. I'm also pretty sure that I like the car more than either of its previous owners.