So the hubs and I are in the market for a new car — and by a new car I mean, “Something old and broken in, but less old and broken in than our present beater.” Our present beater is a ’97 Sentra that is on its last legs due to a combination of electrical failure and transmission quasi-imminent failure. But since (a). we drive so little, and (b). we park on the street, we neither want nor need (nor can we afford) something brand new and shiny.
For the last few weeks we’ve been checking the For Sale ads and poking through all the listings; we’ve even gone out to look at a car or two, but nothing really looked like a good fit until we tracked down a vehicle that is — alas — all the way out on Bremerton. If you’re not local and you have no idea what I’m talking about, let me put it this way: Bremerton is a 40 minute ferry ride away, never mind all the hassle and waiting to get down to the ferry, get onto the ferry, and get off of the ferry.
Neither of us has been to this place, nor have we ever taken the car on any of the local ferries (though I’ve ridden in a pedestrian capacity), so the whole thing was a little bit of an adventure. I took some pictures.
Anyway, we found the dude and his wife, and we like the car — but just before we arrived the starter blew (more or less). So now the owner (who seems like a totally cool guy) is making the repair and we’re going to talk again on Monday. We shall see what happens.
Why are we going to all this trouble? Well, without telling you too much about the car — lest I jinx things — suffice it to say that it’s a classic 2-door coupe … about 85% rebuilt by a man who clearly knows what he’s doing. Generally, it is in very fine shape. It’s sitting just outside our budget, but there might be some wiggle room on the price. Maybe.
I don’t know. I don’t want to get too excited about it, because a lot can happen between now and Monday; it’s always possible that someone will swoop in and buy it out from under us, or the car will turn out to have bigger problems than we thought, or we’ll stumble upon something else. But we got an afternoon’s worth of adventure out of it, and I find myself thinking of the zippy little vehicle quite wistfully.
Fun to drive, it was.
Of course, I want to paint it black.
But. Yes. We shall see.
* In the last 4 years here in Seattle, we’ve put fewer than 17,000 miles on the Sentra.