Nowadays … when I’ve become ‘of a certain age’, I still like cars, but in a different way, compared to when I was in my late teenage years or early twenties. Now I want them to take me from point A to point B … to be reliable and safe. How we change over the years!
I still look at them … I can tell the difference between most models and makes, and I still admire a fine BMW or Mercedes when I see one. Even though they’re so stereotyped today so it makes it difficult to see the difference between them, I can still appreciate the beauty of the design of some of them. Moreso, older ones though … nothing like the lines of a Corvette StingRay from the late 60’s!
Now … about the one that got away. When I was eighteen or possibly nineteen I had a good job, a very ordinary car [SAAB]. I was living at my Mum’s place at this particular point in time … my finances were in pretty good shape, without being ‘filthy rich’ or anything.
One morning, I arrived in the office earlier than usual for some reason. I was alone there, I poured myself a cup of coffee and leafed through the local paper. In the classifieds, I checked out the cars like I did every day. Not because I wanted to buy one necessarily … it was like an interest, to see what was up, and how much they were going for.
This morning, one ad stood out … like it was written in fire! Mercedes 230SL … the car of my dreams!!! The price was stated in the ad and it was incredibly low. I got all excited and quickly called up a friend and car dealer … told him about the ad and the price! The ad also said something like that it was being sold due to that someone died … this is long time ago, I don’t remember the exact wording. Anyway, my car dealer friend was up for it and said ‘let’s go !’. I lived in a small town, where everything was just minutes away.
I felt I needed someone, more knowledgeable about cars and engines, to come with me … Mind you, I just like them, when it comes to combustion engines. I’m pretty much at loss.
Called the phone number stated first, as it was so early in the morning. Turned out it was a little old lady, who’d just become a widow, selling her late husband’s car … a car that he’d been taking care of like a baby. It was white with black leather seats and the dash inlined with pear wood.
When we pulled in there, twenty minutes later, the little lady and some guy exchanged money and documents … He drove away in “MY” car … a car dealer from the neighboring city.
What a difference a few minutes make sometimes … I would have bought it then and there! Maybe it just wasn’t in the Plan.
The red car in the picture was parked at the Costco parking lot the other day, and reminded me of this whole story. It’s a larger model … it’s a 280SL, but from about the same time period.
That was the one that got away…