I moved to norway, five years ago, due to the more liberal politics, against the owners of american produced cars.
I was born and raised i Denmark, but the politics against carowners there, are horrible, not to mention the taxes.
In norway, I soon got my hands on several am. cars, drove them and sold them, learning all the way, not always in a good way, but I learned. (one thing I learned, was, newer look down the carb, when it is missfiring!) ok, I was young and stupid, now I`m just stupid, hehe
I have had suburban, thunderbird, aspen, different vans... and more.
but my wife, was always there telling me, that we needed a normal car, one that was cheap to drive, roomey enough for the boys, and cabable of towing the caravan, so when the suburban died, I startet the chase for a "normal" daily driver.
shearching the internet, personals and asking friends, and eventually we (she) desided on bying a Honda, and i took the 200 mile drive downthere, and cheked out the car, it was a nice car, roomey, silent, fun to drive, but there was something missing.
I stopped at an nearby gasstation, to chek the fluids on the car, and get some coffee, the owner of the honda squaking in my ear, about how well taken care of, the car was!
I turned him down, and got in the car, with my stepdaughter, (she was driving!) stopping a mile up the road, to put gas on her car, I picked up a local paper, in the shop, just skimming it, when this little ad, caught my eye.
Ugly. rusty. 79 buick for sale
still got MOT, and gas,
spiked tires, and V8
7000,-
call, and a phonenumber.
I thought to my self, can`t be that bad, and called him, he was a nice fellow, with a strange honesty about him, so we went looking at the car.
when we got there, up a bad mountain road, glad it was not in the winter, we got greeted by the biggest Rottweiler, I have ever seen, it looked like a horse, but friendly as few, slobbering all over me, I like dogs, luckily, hehe
the owner told me, that the buick was in bad condition, but it was a runner, with a benchseat in front, and a tired 301 under the hood, I borrowed a battery, and fired it up, started on the second try, he was a bit surprised, since it had been parked for the better part of 2 years, without shelter or any protection.
The drivers door, was rusted at the bottom, so the sheetmetal, was woblering, making it pretty dangerous, for anyone to get near the car, spiked tires, that was severly outdated, and craked in the rubber.
but he told me, that he had new tires, and an 1979 malibu wagon, that he would give me, if I bought the car.
14 seconds later, we had a deal, 14 minutes later, I was at the local tireshop, to get the tires changed.
2 hours later, I was on my way home, in my brand new, well at least to me, brand new car.
ducttape, sealed the broken door, in the trunk, there was an extra door, that he gave me, from an oldsmobile.
and some other parts, that he had laying arround.
I got home, and thought to my self, that my wife, was gonna kill me, well, she got out, shaking her head, calling me a fool, idiot, and other things. but when I told her that the roadtax on the car was, 1/10 of the other car, due to the veteran status of the buick, (In Norway, when a car is older than 30 years, its considered a veteran, and therefor cheaper to own!)
not to mention the insurance on the car, was lower than 50 dollars a year, with full coverage! I LOVE THAT!!!
I took her and my boys for a spin, and she agreed, that for the price, the car was not bad, then I told her about the malibu partscar, and suddenly I was the smartest guy in the world.
I was born and raised i Denmark, but the politics against carowners there, are horrible, not to mention the taxes.
In norway, I soon got my hands on several am. cars, drove them and sold them, learning all the way, not always in a good way, but I learned. (one thing I learned, was, newer look down the carb, when it is missfiring!) ok, I was young and stupid, now I`m just stupid, hehe
I have had suburban, thunderbird, aspen, different vans... and more.
but my wife, was always there telling me, that we needed a normal car, one that was cheap to drive, roomey enough for the boys, and cabable of towing the caravan, so when the suburban died, I startet the chase for a "normal" daily driver.
shearching the internet, personals and asking friends, and eventually we (she) desided on bying a Honda, and i took the 200 mile drive downthere, and cheked out the car, it was a nice car, roomey, silent, fun to drive, but there was something missing.
I stopped at an nearby gasstation, to chek the fluids on the car, and get some coffee, the owner of the honda squaking in my ear, about how well taken care of, the car was!
I turned him down, and got in the car, with my stepdaughter, (she was driving!) stopping a mile up the road, to put gas on her car, I picked up a local paper, in the shop, just skimming it, when this little ad, caught my eye.
Ugly. rusty. 79 buick for sale
still got MOT, and gas,
spiked tires, and V8
7000,-
call, and a phonenumber.
I thought to my self, can`t be that bad, and called him, he was a nice fellow, with a strange honesty about him, so we went looking at the car.
when we got there, up a bad mountain road, glad it was not in the winter, we got greeted by the biggest Rottweiler, I have ever seen, it looked like a horse, but friendly as few, slobbering all over me, I like dogs, luckily, hehe
the owner told me, that the buick was in bad condition, but it was a runner, with a benchseat in front, and a tired 301 under the hood, I borrowed a battery, and fired it up, started on the second try, he was a bit surprised, since it had been parked for the better part of 2 years, without shelter or any protection.
The drivers door, was rusted at the bottom, so the sheetmetal, was woblering, making it pretty dangerous, for anyone to get near the car, spiked tires, that was severly outdated, and craked in the rubber.
but he told me, that he had new tires, and an 1979 malibu wagon, that he would give me, if I bought the car.
14 seconds later, we had a deal, 14 minutes later, I was at the local tireshop, to get the tires changed.
2 hours later, I was on my way home, in my brand new, well at least to me, brand new car.
ducttape, sealed the broken door, in the trunk, there was an extra door, that he gave me, from an oldsmobile.
and some other parts, that he had laying arround.
I got home, and thought to my self, that my wife, was gonna kill me, well, she got out, shaking her head, calling me a fool, idiot, and other things. but when I told her that the roadtax on the car was, 1/10 of the other car, due to the veteran status of the buick, (In Norway, when a car is older than 30 years, its considered a veteran, and therefor cheaper to own!)
not to mention the insurance on the car, was lower than 50 dollars a year, with full coverage! I LOVE THAT!!!
I took her and my boys for a spin, and she agreed, that for the price, the car was not bad, then I told her about the malibu partscar, and suddenly I was the smartest guy in the world.
