We even had one in the familyβ a slightly worse for wear W SEb owned by my father. I always thought of myself as the kind of person who would drive something a bit smaller, a bit sportier. The first car I had that I could call my own was a Saab Turbo: a fantastic car, but nearing the end of its life and simply unreliable by thenβ it was constantly threatening to catch fire or explode.
Next, I received a BMW is as a high school graduation gift, as well as a replacement for the beater Saab. I say almost, because one day I ended up throwing it into a tree. I was physically fine, but losing that car was like losing a member of the family. I would be perfectly satisfied with something like an E28 BMW 5-series, or even a s or s Mercedes sedan of some sort.
I had seen other Mercedes ads for pre cars, but they were either rusted out and undrivable, or too expensive. I clicked the link, not expecting much. What I saw was a perfectly good W From the small Craigslist photos, I might have even said it looked mint. I thought to myself, this is too good to be true, there has to be something majorly wrong with it. The morning finally rolled around after I spent the entire night dreaming about the car. I called the seller, no response.
I called again, no response. At this point I was worried that the car had already sold, even though the posting had only been up since late the night before. I waited an hour and called one last time.
Finally I got an answer. Thirty minutes later, I was looking at the car. It was almost every bit as good as it seemed in the photos. The interior was in fantastic shape for a year-old car. The seats were all in fine conditionβ no rips, tears, or discoloration.
