Remember when I posted this?
My car has turned 9 years old this month. I've never had one this long, yet on a daily basis, I'm still in awe of its excellence. It just goes and goes. It drives like new everyday, it gets me through every kind of weather, and through every situation, and it's almost never given me any sort of problem. I put snows on it, and it's my winter car. In warmer weather, the top is down. It can carry our bikes. It's taken our family of four on long excursions.
I wasn't planning to have this car for 9 years, but in order to build a house, I needed it to keep running, and have no payments. And I'd still like to keep it. I'm happy to keep rowing through its 6 manual gears, and clutch on each one. I can't imagine how many gearshifts I've made in 35 years of commuting with manual transmissions.
Let's all toast: the car of Scotch & Cigar!
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And this?
Got my car serviced for the spring. Swapped the snows for summer tires, oil change, and new rear brakes. Car is freakin' awesome! It always feels like a new car afterwards.
As a gift to Koop, here's a dash pic displaying the oil level check.
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Well even after surviving a heart attack, bypass surgery, and another heart attack, the following story was too difficult for me to talk about until now.
Almost 3 weeks ago, while I was recovering from my recent surgery, Mrs Scotch suggested we get my old car out of the garage, put the top down, and do some errands. I was the passenger. On the way back home, we were crawling through traffic on Main St in a nearby town center. All of a sudden, we see a woman in a Jeep, coming out of a driveway to our right, and gunning it trying to make a left to cross the road. She didn't see that we were directly in front of her, and all my wife could do was accelerate so that I wouldn't be directly T-boned on the passenger door. The Jeep missed my door, but took out the right-rear of the car.
The axle separated from the drivetrain, and the gas tank was ruptured. Nobody was injured. I was using my little heart pillow between my chest and the shoulder belt.
The woman immediately acknowledged it was her fault, and the officer (pictured) was already there when it happened. So my perfect-for-me car, with a stick shift, that they stopped making 7 years ago, and no car payments, was totaled. And because it had 150K miles on it, KBB said it was worth $5,500.
Two weeks later, her insurance company says they're giving me over $11k for the car. That was a big step in the right direction. But after spending all my time looking for a replacement, there are maybe a dozen stick shift models - of either the 1-series, or next-step-up 3-series - in the US. Most of them are thousands of miles away. The models that replaced them would require me to finance a good amount; and right now, I'm trying to refinance our mortgage to lock-in a lower rate. So I don't want to finance a car.
And here's the happy ending. Through my diligent, non-stop car searching, I found a local guy (outside of Manchester NH) who is selling a super low mileage (46K) 3-series convertible, WITH A STICK. And it's not even a scumbag Manchester car dealer; it's privately owned by a colorectal surgeon (insert joke here), and this is his personal warm weather fun car.
What's even better is that my nephew - the mechanic - has his auto shop close to where this guy is. So I got to get it on the lift, and fully checked out. It's like a new car. Here are some pics
The palatial house in the background is the surgeon's home. We made the deal (about a thousand more than my well-used old car), and I'm picking it up this week.
So between this, my improving physical condition, and something that happened last week that I can't recall now, things are looking up!