I rarely do things logically or after careful and thoughtful research, when it comes to my own cars. That was certainly the case in 2014 when I purchased a Mercedes-Benz 380 SL. It was February in Dayton, Ohio, a particularly dark winter Saturday and the demons that purse me must have been active.
I made a similar mistake about 30 years later when I purchased a molested 1971 Porsche 911T targa. No ida what I was buying escape a cursory inspection. I had no experience with air cooled Porsches, or any Porsche for that matter. It would be a painful, long illness, finally ending with a sale to a buyer equally as ignorant as I was three decades prior. But it also served as a mechanical and technical education, though costly one.
Back to the Mercedes. It was advertised as an unmolested car with Southern California and Arizona homes. Purportedly it had good compression. It looked great (most for sale Mercedes SLs do!). 99K miles. All original, everything in its proper place. So I made an impulsive bid, went to the gym, watched some tennis, and then discovered that I had just won a car I knew nothing about.
Before I gave the man who posted the ad -- an agent for a woman artist from San Diego who washout of money (who isn’t), my son-in-law and daughter living in SoCal took a look at the car and OKed it -- albeit not terribly enthusiastically -- and the money was handed over. Arrangements were made for Pablo to haul the car to Centerville, Ohio, and I now owned a vehicle that would be a money pit without end. But loved by me beyond all reason.
The car was a 1982 -- and came off the assembly line with a fatal flaw any intelligent buyer (but not me) would know -- the dreaded single timing chain. In time, it wobbled and then snapped, destroying the engine if not attended to. Luckily I dodged one bullet, as a double chain had been retrofitted some time in the past. But there was more bullets to dodge, as I learned that this beautiful car that was pristine in several ways -- was the result of German over engineering, complex electronics an fuel system, and vacuum connections and actuators that befuddle even the best of mechanics, let alone me. I was in store for another education over the net 12 years.
Oh, for the simplicity of my old 1973 Pinto with a Kent engine.




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