So this Christmas and New Year has turned out to be absolutely excellent for me. A few of you, I'm sure, were aware of my ongoing car problems with my poor old ancient older-than-I-am Mercedes 380 SE. Well, during final exams week, my grandfather called me up and asked me if I would be interested in his '85 Mercedes 420 SEL, which is basically a slightly newer and more powerful version of my car. Big difference being, it's got a quarter of the miles and has been garage-kept its whole life, and very well maintained. I'm ecstatic. New car! Finally! FINALLY!
Then the next week, he calls me back, and tells me that he just remembered that he'd promised the car to an uncle in Utah with a good job and company car, and the uncle was extremely upset about this. So, to spare the family some drama, I let the car go. More family drama ensues, but no mud hits me. Granddad promises to help me get a car after I graduate from OCS.
Then Maggie, my 380SE dies, again. Either it's the fuel filter or one of the two fuel pumps. Fucking hell, don't have the new car anymore, and my old one is dead once more. Sigh. I call my mom and ask what I should do.
"Oh, err, this was supposed to be a surprise, but we're going to get you a new car when you come down here in a week and a half. So start researching what you want, within reason."
Oh. Oh day. Oh sweet happy day. So yesterday, I went and got the car of my dreams.
Mazda RX-8. Sex. Oh god, sex.
Zoom zoom... <3