Excited and nervous.....
....all at the same time.
Hello fellow ***** nerds ;o)
Well, here I am on the verge of collecting a very sexy piece of machinery.
It's been a long time since I've been this excited about a mode of transport but for the first time in about six years I'm gonna be driving a little bit of class and luxury.
Sitting in my living room watching my Audi A6, a 4.2 TVR Cerbera and my wifes Toyota Celica being towed away following the demise of my company will live with me for the rest of my days but on Monday, after what feels like an interminable life sentence I test drove a little bit of indulgence. A car I always considered (from second hand horror stories I might add) not worthy of any sensible consideration, but, quite by accident, I have once again, fallen, madly and deeply in love with a motor car, and wow!!!.........What a gorgeous babe.
My wife and I went out with the intention of buying something practical but nonetheless something a lot nicer than our vw polo or the beat up old Daewoo I've been driving to work for the last three years. An estate car, perhaps even a nice little A4 or perhaps maybe a nice A6 estate with a few miles on the clock, hell if we got lucky maybe we could pick up one of those MG Rover ZT Tourer thingy's with all the toys for next to no real money.
Then it happened. Mrs armouredbear says to me "hey look bear, this car looks a bit cool" Nah, I said, dismissively. It's an ***** and besides it's too small.
Looks nice inside she says.
"Yeah, it does, but it's still too small for our requirments".
I dont know, she says, looks like enough leg room in the back for the kids, and it is an estate!
"Well, let's have a look round first,they have plenty of other cars here".
We eventually homed in on a couple of three year old Land Rover Freelanders.
Whilst we were wating for the sales rep to come back with the keys I'd spent my time looking around the ***** which just happened to be within eyeshot. By the time the salesman got back I was looking at my wife with a stupid great grin across my chops. Sorry to mess you about she says to a now panting over-weight chap but would you mind getting the keys for this one as well?
So there we are sat in a luscious 2.0 156 Sportwagon. 5 years old but in the most impeccable condition with charcoal grey leather with not a single mark anywhere, the peddles looked as though the previous owner wore slippers when driving, the styling was fantastic, the car even smelt new still. Pearlescent Nuvola blue paintwork with not a single mark or scratch and with maybe a stone chip or two which curiously made me smile more. Absolute mint condition from top to bottom, lovely unmarked alloy wheels. Cd player/radio with excellent speakers everything about it was either in pristine condition, luxurious quality or was styled by fallen angels.
"Can we take it for a test drive pleeeease"
I need not say more, do I?
I Love that cossetted feeling whilst driving and........ those wing mirrors!
Are they cool or what?
Anyway 35000 miles. 2001 on a Y plate. One owner from new. Same main dealer service history and clearly loved by it's owner who apparently traded her in for the new bigger estate (whatever it's called) which incidently I'm lusting for already but that's for another day.
Screen price £6999. Did a deal at £5800.
I pick her up on Friday Woohoo!!
But that's just half the story isn't it?
I now have that churning in my stomach again. You know the one I mean, when you get up in the morning and hope it starts or that it doesn't break down at the most inopportune moment, listening out for every tiny little noise as your travelling down to Cornwall with the kids in the back for a well deserved break.
I havent felt like this since.....well, not since my TVR days came to an abrupt end..........
I guess all that's left is to hope she's good to me and all those horror stories are just that, stories, because I'm sure I'll be good to her.
So with that, hi guys and girls, thanks for listenning and I'll get back to you on Saturday with an update.
PS do you think I should book her in for a cam belt <nervous laugh/>