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  • olddavid

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    Not an unfamiliar tale. At least he had those few months. That alone is better than most. Lose the guilt, he was smitten, too.

  • Dan Woodward

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    A little sad, but very relatable. If people realised what Im prepared to put up with for an interesting motor, they'd take even less notice of my car advice.

    Find Pete and write a follow up.

  • Derek Entesano

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    Wow, such a familiar story! Its worse when you do it to family. My little brother always admired my Giulia Super and he had always had Hondas. I said he neeeeeeded a classic Alfa. Soon after he bought a sweet(looking) 79 GTV. Bought it without taking me along for the inspection and it was unregistered, but was told not much to do to get it there... He was happy, briefly. Then he took it to a mechanic I didn't know who fleeced a fair bit of money out of him. Finally got it registered. Took it on a 1000km drive in the first week and had major bottom end failiure! Gotta watch that oil light! I told him to chase down the mech but he never did.
    So now he has a new engine and ancillaries, new gearbox, new interior.... and counts every incident free day as a blessing.

  • Adam Kaslikowski

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    Good to hear that I'm not the only one forcibly converting friends to the vintage lifestyle. I would love to track down Pete and get his take on all this, and in fact have been trying for weeks. Alas, the Google Machine has failed me. I hope he reaches out, I miss our antics.

  • jackscarpino

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    Not really a vintage car... And as far as I know it hasn't ruined his life yet but I did convince a (fairly young) friend to purchase an E60 M5. I honestly think it's just a matter of time at this point before something terrible happens. As soon as he told me he bought it, I realized what terrible advice I had given him. Oh well! I hope he enjoys it while he has the chance!

  • WhatDaFunk

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    Nice write up of a bittersweet story! I wouldn't put too much of the blame on yourself, Pete went into this willingly, and he was the one who continued driving after the oil light came on.

    I had a similar experience with my first car, an '83 Prelude. Drove it for awhile with the check oil light on and didn't do anything about it, ended up destroying the engine. That drove home the lesson of preventative maintenance like nothing else.

  • I animatedly reminded him of the following irrefutable facts: He was young! Single! A server at Applebees! The world was literally his oyster!


  • ha.. funny story! Well, not great for 'Pete', but well written. :)

    This is why though, cars I like absolutely =/= cars i would recommend.
    I'm personally very prepared to put up with a lot of pain from a car's I own and love..

  • Paer Pettersson

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    I feel a strong resemblance with your relationship towards things - spending hours and hours digging into details that many, but evidently and to great comfort not all, would call madness. Be it cars, shoes, watches, fountain pens or the perfect espresso.. Oscar Wilde sums it up pretty well: “I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best.”

    That said, my obsession with cars have probably been pretty tiring for people around me. Perhaps there's some charm in the incurable and sometimes infectious passion that makes people endure with me. Once i made one of my friends (a poor student at the time and in search for a cheap and reliable summer's car) travel a pretty big distance for an 80's Mercedes ambulance before he finally came to his senses and, to my relief, rejected it. But oh boy, imagine the entrance one could have made in that thing :)

    As with your friend mentioned above, the "difficult" out of the box choices might require a bit of devotion and patience. But to the right person, it can be very rewarding!

    from Sundsvall, Sweden
  • Jon Everitt

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    Oh God! That rings such bells. My first wife insisted that we bought this rubber bumper Midget that was being restored in my parents village.. Armed with a larger car loan that I really wanted we bought the nasty little thing. Having previously owned a Spitfire 1500, I wrongly assumed that even though startlingly ugly, at least it would be as reliable as the earlier car. Wrongo! The bloody thing rusted faster than it drove and it persistently filled with water in even moderate strength rain - I remember arriving at a smart party with my suit soaked up to the knees because that horrid crappy little car allowed so much water in. When the little sod boiled over on a cold wet motorway journey I wasn't too concerned and just let it cool down before filling with water. Wrong! The bloody thing had warped it's horrible cylinder head. So many other things broke, stopped working, snapped, fell off or just corroded on that stinking little vehicle that I was glad eventually to sell it for a quarter of the price I had paid the supposedly reputable restorer. I hated the the bloody thing then, I hate it now and I'm deeply glad that it and my first wife are hopefully out of my life forever. Not that I'm bitter or anything. I did 100,000 miles in my first Mazda MX5 and I'm on my second now They are fun to drive and seem to work in a consistent way every time, and when something occasionally goes goes wrong I just fix it. Easy.