The cheapest car I ever bought cost me nothing, so perhaps I should be posting this in the other thread???
A friend's neighbour had replaced his 1995 Mazda 121 Bubble with a new car and couldn't be bothered selling the Bubble which had run out of rego so he let it be known that the car was available to anybody who wanted it. It was a one owner car with no rust and low mileage, but it had not been looked after. It had dings in every panel and it looked like a lot of drinks had been spilt on the front passenger seat. I'd never seen anything like it!
I 'bought' it sight unseen and had it delivered to my mechanic's to prepare it for rego. I received a call from my mechanic the minute it darkened his doorway. His first words were along the lines of 'Are you sure you want this car???'
To cut a long story short, I got him to change the timing belt, re-gas the a/c, and get it registered. I hired a steam cleaner from the shops and sorted out the interior. I also managed to source a few replacement panels from the wreckers that were conveniently in the right colour. It became a bit of a project which I quite enjoyed.
My other cars are picture perfect and I always suffer anxiety taking anything decent into the city. The Bubble on the other hand was a really cheap knock around car that actually worked out very well for me. It became my little urban warrior that I could take anywhere and park anywhere and not worry about. It gave me a sense of freedom I had not felt in a long time.
There were two funny occasions that stand out.
1. Pulling up at an upmarket restaurant and actually getting pole position parking (right at the door!). That never happens when I actually want to be seen! But the funny part was the look I got from this woman who was about to park her X5 next to me. I could see that she'd taken in the battle scars on the Bubble and the look on her face said, 'Hmmm... I'm not sure I want to park next to you!' and the thought that went through my mind was, 'And you're the reason I've turned up in this!'
And 2. On a three lane expressway, a freshly minted provisional license holder driving a new Toyota cockily tried to push his way into my lane. He actually had three goes at it! In any other car I would've pulled back and let him in, I usually like to keep drivers like him where I can see them. Rather in front than behind! But this particular morning, I realised that it didn't matter if my Bubble copped another ding and, in fact it would be to his cost if it did. So instead of pulling back I started to drift (in my lane) towards him. The look on his face was priceless when he realised I wasn't going to be intimidated and in fact I just didn't care!
I actually sold that car about two years ago because I needed the garage space and have regretted it more than I would ever have thought.
