In 1990 I rode along with my father to visit a Lexus dealer, while he was negotiating a deal I walked across the street to check out a MB dealership. While strolling through the used car lot I came across my '86 300E. It was by itself at the back of the lot, thick layer of dust and a dead battery. A salesman stated "nobody wants that car, it has a manual transmission". They asked me to come back in a couple days, they detailed it, new battery installed, offered a warranty, and I bought it that day at a good price. The salesman was more than happy to be rid of it. I have no plans to part with it.