03-09-2013, 06:30 AM
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Who's flying this thing ?
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Join Date: May 2006
Location: N. California./ N. Nevada
Posts: 3,611
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'80 450SL, --- an end without dignity.
comment by a ttac reader.
too good not to share:
Gary woke, and went through his morning ritual. He combed his silver mane, put on a fresh salmon Polo, and strolled to the mailbox with his coffee in hand. His knee was not in a good mood today. He exchanged waves to the neighbor. Bill, bill, junkmail, AARP, bill, letter from the community association…
“Crap.”
Gary turned to look at his trusty R107, as if to catch some nosy busybody in the act of scribbling on a clipboard. Nobody was there. He became enraged. First, he stared at the “German Silver” tape he had applied a month prior, now fluttering in the wind. Then his eyes met the cause of his frustration. The Benz had built up a healthy layer of sludge on the tarmac. The coating was thick, and a fresh puddle of crude, both black and red, in the center shined in the morning sun. He opened the letter, already knowing what was within.
“SECOND NOTICE”
“It has come to our attention that your vehicle is in violation of the Aspenbreeze Townhome Regulations
Vehicles parked in the same location in the common areas for longer than 14 days are deemed to be “in storage”. This is not permissible. Additionally, the vehicle is leaking an excessive amount of fluids. Please do your part to help keep our common areas clean.”
Gary wadded the letter and pitched it at the Mercedes. “S.O.B’s!!!”
The neighbor stopped watering her plants and sheepishly went inside.
He went inside and retrieved the keys to the Benz as well as his prescription. The seat let out a squeak as he carefully ducked inside. The door, also let out a groaaaan as it was tugged closed. With a twist of the key, the V8 unleashed the sound of a 1000 wartime ball-bearing factories through it’s rusted out exhaust. Gary gripped the wheel tightly as he sped into town. Squeezing the wheel primarily, out of rage, but also to battle the shaking from the not-quite-round tires. He cussed and damned the whole way. “Nobody has anything better to do but stick their nose in my business!!!” “If only they paid this much attention to my….!” The coupe answered in kind with various squeaks and bangs from a bushing-less shock absorber. As if it was saying “Yeah!”, “You tell ‘em Gary!”
“What do they expect me to do? Just run out and buy a new car like all these other pinkos on everyone else’s DIME!!?” Gary stared at the busted interior of what was once a very nice car. A broken car for a broken man. It was the only thing left to him in the divorce. None of the memories associated with it were fond. He all-of-a-sudden started entertaining the idea of getting rid of it. He pulled into a KIA dealer and a buzzard approached, as if seeing…no…SMELLING the rotten corpse in the middle of some desert.
“What’s the cheapest damn car on the lot?”
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