I have seen her six times, always on late foggy winter nights, always at the corner of Holly bush and Haddonfield where she pauses briefly at the traffic light before disappearing into darkness of the moors of the mansion-lined streets of the neighborhoods beyond, the street lights suddenly dimming in conspiracy.
Suddenly in the blackness a gleaming dark Blue 1985 Mercedes 300D will appear again like a wraith from behind a stand of trees or in my rear view mirror and I will catch a glimpse again of the Phantom Benz with its hooded lady driver in the pale of the dimming light.
The paint on the car is so fresh that I swear I can smell it. The wheels so clean and the glass so gleaming that they could only have been dropped from their molds and yes I can catch a whiff of fresh leather. The car handles so regally that you know the driver is of means or importance and on a mysteriously important mission. And then with a gentle whoosh and symphony of her diesel she will race away quietly from me a few seconds later.
Lately my writer’s curiousity has been so aroused that I always turn to follow the Phantom Benz and suddenly the streets will split and swerve so quickly that it’s impossible to follow anyone without landing in a trunk of one of a great oak trees or skidding onto someone’s grass tennis court and she will disappear once again.

Finally, on impulse, I checked the neighborhood Mercedes Dealer if they know of such a Benz.
“It looks like it just came off the assembly line from Stuttgart. It can’t have more than 10,000 miles on it,” I told the sales manager. “I know she must come here for service.”
His face tightened and grew ashen. It even twitched.
I was told to see the Chief Mechanic.
"None of your business," he shouted from back in the Service Bay. "We're a respectable business, you want gossip, go to the Bar down the street."
Simpson looked up and recognized me. "Say aren't you the guy who rebuilt that transmiss last year?" His face broke into a wide grin.
Then he got very solemn. "Listen, don't be asking about the Hagerty car, its a terrible story. Listen I'll let you in a secret. Mrs Hagerty only drives that car five times a year, and always on certain dates..."
"Why?..."
"That was the old man's last wishes. You see the night they...(to be continued)

1. SERIOUSLY, any chance that thete are any W123 300D's out there with say less than 50,000 miles on them?
2.I’ll bet everyone has a tale of a similar W123 300D sighting. Whats your encounter?

also spotted on a foggy night, an 82 300SD driven by a hot redhead in a tubetop and cutoff jeans....and in place of the hoodstar, .....a









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"Good judgement comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement."

listen, look, .........and duck.

Standing in my driveway listening....no.....hearing.....no standing in front of my wife....her back to the road she realizes she is wasting her breath as she too hears that clatter and turns to see the diesel sedan glide past.....as the musical clatter fades she returns her gaze to me and says with a smile "you didn't hear a word I said did you?....The only reply I can muster is.....huh? what were you saying?....

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Norwich, VT USA
1980 240D Euro delivery 4 speed manual silver/blue
~160K miles

Yes Carremeow! 126 Long, same color, same interior. If I was going N it was going South. This happened for almost a year. Pulling into a resturaunt my wife shouts there's your car! Sure enough, captured. I parked next to it and even turned my wheels to the left Figured there would be a note or something when I came out. Poof Gone . It was a gasser, but I still would have visited with him

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I spent my whole lunch break writing that, I was worried I would be laughed off the Forum...as usual, you saved my B___

"It was on monday like any other monday...

Nighttime...

10:30...

The sky was dark and stoplight stayed green long enough for me to pass under it.
On the right there was a Gold Star, a cell phone place and past them, closer to the road a UDF. All the good icons of Cincinnati.
I'd driven this road many times, many monday nights, and she was still there. Looking out at the road, asking me to come inside and find her owner.
This monday was no different, same bundtcakes, same gloss on the hood, same 4 headlights, wider than mine but the same size. She was long...stretched...almost like a W123 that God thought was a foot too short.
My Monday night confidence.
As long as the dark red 300SD was parked in front of the Gold star, then all was well with the world. And the world was well tonight.

Someday I'll roll into that lot, check out the decklid, look for rust, or hunt down the owner that must work at gold star....someday..."


-John

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2009 Honda Odyssey EX-L
12006 Jetta Pumpe Duse
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Husband, Father, sometimes friend =)

carr that story reminds me of my y 2k experience.
wife and i had decided to get away from town as to avoid all the vandalism,stealing,all the bad things that were going to happen when the computers all stop, we even believed that water pumps would stop running because that darn solid state chip would quit .
so here we go,figured florida would be a good spot,found a couple down there that was headed for kentucky(where we was comming from,said they wanted to find a old mined out coal mine for safety).we made a fast deal,and i got their lake front site that was just perfect,figured why not enjoy the nice weather for a bit.
the deal for the property got completed a couple days before new years eve and we waved as they left with their trailor and shouted for us to watch out for the gaitors.
well i had a couple days to get ready and figured to park our trailor where the fellow had his,could use the same blocks he had left to level the thing and get home sweet home set up.
we worked our butts off,time line you know,wife had insisted on a 2000 gallon water tank to be filled and i wanted to get the 30 caliber machine gun safely on the turret and some brush around it so when we had to retreat to the trailor top i could be ready.
wife and i really love gold fish,love to just sit and watch,wife says some times i just sits and thinks and some times i just sits,sorta relaxes one you know,i think we had 22 large tanks and just a couple small ones she keeps in the bath room,but any way we got all the tanks full and boy was they hungry-got um fed and everything seem to be going as planned.
here it is ,about 45 minutes till midnight,the big apple was going to drop soon and i thought i would go set on the couch a bit to take the load off,only thing left for me was to shut off the water tank filling process ,was sorts eyeing the tv,and watching my gold fish swim. wouldnt you know it, i heard a small cracking noise coming from the bed room end of the trailor(i had mounted it back there figuring we could hear the sloching water,maybe like a fake ocean sound),well i soon found out why the fellow had left the cement blocks,they werent real crisp and had started to crumble from the water tank weight -here i was helpless,went for an ax i kept in the pick up-was going to chop a hole in the bottom of the tank but was too slow-trailor starts to roll off the blocks-out the door slides my wife and all my 400+gold fish was in a 2 inch stream of water all comming thru the front door-thing rolled sorta slow and as it turned my 30 caliber barrell stuck right dead center of the pick up bed and burried about a foot of the barrell in the mud.i went down to catch the wife from slidding all the way to the lake water,caught her and even tried to use my arms to gather some of the fish but they were past me in a flash.i heard this noise behind me and soon figured what was happening,the gaitors had a taste of my gold fish and were working their way up the hill,i kept pushing the wife back up but it had got slick and i soon could feel them gaitor teeth and claws touching my face,well about that time i heard my wife say"honey wake up,its time for the apple to drop as she gently rubbed my cheek"
larry perkins 72 old cars

Maybe the machine gun would have had a Chip in it and shut down and then the Gaitors would have come and you would have been defenseless. That was a good story, Mr. Perkins..