An 8 million mile 1994 525i manual with some rust*, expired MOT and only a drivers wiper arm?
Well, wouldn't you? Cheap enough to make it daft NOT to buy it.
So, park the S60 at Sutton Parkway train station. Because my garage is near there.
Train: On time. Â£20.90 to Market Harborough. Not bad value.
Arrived on time, into Nottingham to catch the St.Pancreas. But there was one waiting to go so got onto that one - but not before hewing wallet raped for Â£4.25 for a ham and cheese excuse and a 100ml Tropicana. Bastards.
Arrived at Melton Harborrow on time, pissing with rain, carrying a BMW wiper arm. Met bloke in car park with gold Citroen CX, got in it and away we went. Turned out too be Richard as well - bonus. After 20 mins in CX - the worlds most comfy car - I didn't really want to get out. That's why the French can be so miserable,
Paid for car, stroked both Bengal cats (magnificent), had some home make Turkish Delight, discussed a few topics, farted about with immobiliser, headed off. Stopped for fuel (Â£10) and hit the M1.
Got back to base within 90 mins, it cruises well at 70-80.
Got back to base, replace bugged LCM (light control module) and all light warnings vanish.
Stopped for Â£3.99 carvery on way home - still digesting.
So what do I do with it? It's solid, needing work on one front arch, one rear arch and boot lid. Oxford green is near enough to Boston green for Halfords rattle can action. Air con blows cold. Pulls well. Rear shocks absolutely bollocksed, front ones not great. Fronts are Â£14 each from Euros.
Clutch does indeed slip.
The plan was to rape it for bits and weigh it in, but it's straight and has a stack of bills. It'll break to 700 quid but there aren't any of these left now. A decision for January, but I could do with a few more grazed knuckles.