Originally Posted by tivoliman

This is my therapeutic rant.

The wife and two daughters just don't understand me. Do you understand me?

I have a "New York City" special - a 1990 300E 2.6 that I bought off some run down used car lot - the salesman neither shaved nor spoke much English. I bought the car about 2 years ago for $2,500 and it keeps on running. It may have a mysterious background, but it was a great find. The car has passed NJ inspection twice (at purchase and 2 years later), with clear records (no repairs necessary). I've done the usual brake replacement, new battery (twice).

I wash it, I waxed it this weekend. The muffler has been replaced - and it runs and runs. The girls just don't understand why I play with the car.

A tail light is out, and I've traced it to the Light Module - I used wiring diagrams, and took things apart. It was fun. I solved the mystery.

:-)) But they don't understand why I don't just trash the ole car.