My Rover 420iL went to a good home with no fuss to nice chap called Mr Foy, he was the second person to view the car after the first viewing turned out to be nothing more than the dreaded Sunday morning tyre kicker. After knocking £25 from the asking price, I`m quids in too! – though not by much I might add. Speaking with Keith only just the other day, we both love what my long suffering other half calls “The Chase” – the rigmarole of buying a cheap car, NOT the quiz show hosted by Bradley Walsh – allthough I do profess, I watch that programme and quite enjoy it too.
The bit that grinds my gears is the selling, the phone calls asking stupid questions like what’s the lowest price for cash? Or what the colour is – it really does drive me insane, especially when I go to the effort of formulating the advert to include almost everything a buyer would need to know. I loved that Rover, but as mentioned in a previous post, the car lacked soul , so once again I scoured the internet and local ads for a car with that certain something that could light my fire.
After driving Keith Adams utterly sublime Alfa 156, we both decided that was the car for us. The noise, the styling and the road manners all ticked the right boxes but my main problem was the budget I had set myself. After viewing one or two, I came to the conclusion that most for under a grand tended to be a bit poorly, scruffy or being sold for all the wrong reasons. One of them had 9 previous owners in just 7 years, so after much soul searching and equally much reluctance, I opted not to go down the Italian road but head for Scandanavia instead.
Initially, I had toyed with the idea of another Saab 9000 – a wonderful barge of a car that is still a total joy to own and drive, but just like Alfa’s, they tended to be wrecked or overvalued – and besides, there is not exactly oodles of them out there these days. So to move things to the present, I have bought a dead 9-3 SE Turbo from a known trader for very very little money. It has a dead turbocharger and wont run, but it also has a full service history, its in a lovely colour (gunmetal) and everthing seems to work along with heaps of lovely MOT.
The sump will be coming off and cleaned through along with the oil strainer, and as I type, there is a nice cheap & tested second hand Garrett GT17 whistling it’s way to me. I supose deep down in my heart I knew it would be another Saab, but one day I WILL get hold of that dream car of mine – the “classic” 900 Turbo 16!