On June 28, 2007 at 02:57, Mr. Stanley said...
I have been shopping for a nice clean, Mercedes 300te
wagon... for about 3 or 4 months now.
One popped up on Craigslist last night... A Mercedes mechanic
was selling his...
Insert lots of Stanley-esque Drama here.
After I swear, about 20 minutes he comes back to me "No
insurance card $400.00" --- "Tampering with License, and
I forget what the hell else he said... oh yeah, no front
plate, or registration" $504.00... Total $904.00!!!
Can't understand how he can get you for "Tampering with License", as the plate on the vehicle is referred to as a plate. It is not a License. Tampering with License is something 16 year old kids get, when they try to alter their birthdate on their license so that they are of legal drinking age!
He even physically removes my license plate off my car
and keeps it...( Now I don't have a license plate for
More Stanley Drama, see original post for normal Stanley Hilarity.
So, I drove over and looked at the wagon... It was just
what I've been looking for... I drove it around for a
while, and thouroughly quizzed the mechanic about it until
I could see he was getting a little impatient. I didn't
even "dicker" on the price...
...So I drove (the wagon - since IT was licensed properly),
to the bank, got a cashiers' check, paid the guy, did
the paperwork, and told him I'd leave my Miata there,
and drive the wagon home and get my Miata in a day or
two... He said fine.
Stanley luck dictates that when he goes to pick up the Miata, it's been stolen. But they don't just steal it. No! He would get to collect the insurance money then, that's too easy for Stanley. It been stolen, taken for a joy ride, and painted Pepto Bismol Pink!
The Wagon was running awesome... everything worked (all
the little wierd electrical devices and all that even
...So I am on a busy Hi-Way (405)...heading back to my
home in Seattle - (in the Wagon), and the car just DIES
like it ran out of gas... I coast off to the shoulder
of the road... and after cranking it for a couple minutes
it starts up again... I go about 5 miles and it dies again!
Guess Stanley Didn't learn his lesson buying the last used car on a whim with little or no homework. Stanley, why don't you just hand them your checkbook, and let them write a check, and go home without a car. You'll probably be better off in most cases!
...So I call "Frank" the mechanic who I bought it from...
He says..."Oh, that must be the gas pump relay...They
tend to short out sometimes, it never did it for me though...
Let the car cool down, (the relay will cool also), then
drive it back to the shop here and I'll get a new relay
because I am 95% certain that is the problem!"
I VERY nervously drive it back to the shop in rush hour
traffic. When I get there the shop is now closed... so
I drop the keys in the key drop with a note "Fix this
car, or the deal is off - Thank you"!
I can't drive my Miata back until I get the license stuff
straightened out, so I call my son, but can't get ahold
of him, so I call a friend to come rescue me.
So... my friend eventually gets there and I go home, and
in the driveway, is a HUGE puddle of oil!!! I jump out
of the my friends' car and inspect the puddle...It must
have been 3 quarts!!!
This is where I had parked my OTHER recent purchase...
a 300SE coupe... My son had it somewhere, and I needed
to contact him ASAP to tell him it was hemoraging oil!!!
Ahhh, your other recent, gone bad used car purchase rear's it's ugly head yet again.
My 18 year old has it (the other Benz) over at his friend's
house... I frantically try calling him over and over again...
no answer... Finally I text message him "Call your Dad
ASAP"!!! --Park the Car it is out of oil!!!
He calls... Paul where are you? DON"T DRIVE F#CKING THE
CAR... I race over in my Truck, (half way there, I remember
has no license plate, since the cop took it off my Miata
earlier, so now I'm all paranoid about getting pulled
over again and having to explain the situation to another
cop) to this friend's house where the car is... huge puddle
of oil under it... I crawl under with my flashlight...
a small crack in the front of the oil pan... (He bumped
one of those curb things in a parking lot)... He said
when it happened he got out and took a look, but didn't
see anything unusual at the time...
I can see how he could hit a speed bump in a parking lot with a 300SE....
But I didn't think that a 300SE could accelerate to 80MPH between speed bumps! It's got better acceleration than I thought.
I check the oil dipstick... it is DRY... I replace 6 quarts...I
leave my truck there & drive home (5 miles) the 300SE...
now I am looking at having the oil pan replaced.
If my son had driven it any further, the engine would
have melted down.
Overall, a pretty stressful day...
I thought it sounded pretty average for you!
1. You didn't accidentally refer to one of your clients wives as a "Ho".
2. You must have missed all the waterpipes in the walls that day.
3. No major explosion that results in black dirt all over the clients brand new white silk couch.
See, It could have been a lot worse. :-)