I feel that it is incumbent upon myself to issue the following caveat:
Pilot the 116 if and only if you have room in your heart and your wallet to fall for an old broad that is no respecter of men or their conditions. When I was a kid growing up in Las Vegas, the popular mantra was "only gamble what you can afford to loose." This car may require a lot from you (then again, it may not) but she will make the most subtle and nuanced suggestions that you be true to her and no other. Beguiling. I have no explanation for it. I look at the thing and think that it is a bit plain and at best a handsome machine, but once in the driver's seat I'm a goner. So, when you are lying in bed late at night, staring at the ceiling with images of new chrome bumper eyebrows dancing in your head, these words may haunt you. But at least you will know that you are not alone.

Other than that I'd give 116 that's for sale a test ride. What can it hurt?...