In a few days I will be getting on a bus to travel nearly 2000 miles to buy a 240D. 42 hours on a Greyhound!

No, I checked my pupils, blood pressure, and temperature---and everything seems to be in good order. But I do notice my pulse is beating a bit quicker!

I'm a little old for getting all excited about a new (26 year old) car, but for some strange reason I'm feeling better about getting this aging tank of a car than I felt getting into my new MG (a "few" years ago.)

The 240D looks great in pictures and description, has under 200K miles, 4 speed manual, manual windows, no rust, and straight body. That's about all I'll say right now---'cause I don't have the title just yet... and I wouldn't want anyone beating me to this gem. I hope I have the courage to get back on the bus if the car turns out to be a disappointment... NOT!

Looking forward to that RIDE home...