Auto-Erotica

We all know the Urban Myth of the Granny Car.

Old woman, possibly from Pasadena, buys a car destined one day to be a classic. She drives it to church. She drives it to the store. She drives it to the doctor. Year after year, it accumulates minimal mileage while mostly occupying the garage. Finally, granny gets too old to drive and puts the car up for sale.

That's when you happen along.

After years of bad car karma, years of old BMWs that smelt like rotten eggs, Karmann Ghias that you can punch a whole through due to rust, Wranglers blowing their engines in middle of Indiana, claptrap Mercedes losing their transmissions on a pass in the Rockies, Wranglers being destroyed by drunk drivers in Koreatown, Toyotas blowing their engines on the 57 freeway, and most recently, a hapless Chevy Cavalier losing its life to a drunk on Marmion Way who managed to drive off six blocks and pass out in the street, my luck has changed.

1989 Mercedes-Benz 190E 2.6 Liter Sedan. 28,588 original miles.

Really.

Driven by an 85 year old lady who went into a home. Not a ding. Not a scratch. Not a tear. You know the road tar that cars get behind the front wheels? None of that. Everything works. Everything is perfect. A stock time capsule.

You're damn right it's going in the garage.

I'll put up some pics as soon as I have them.