Eunos Chump

The world tour is over, we bought this CLK privately last night from bloody DEVON.  I was a bit cagey about spending this sort of money with no come-back, but the folks seemed honest and the car was exactly as advertised. There was precious little mobile signal in the village, so I ended up doing a bank transfer from my iPad in a graveyard. It has the indignity of the 4-cylinder 2.3 motor, but apart from it's super.  I want one now...

The Saab is DEAD... the differential bearings are on the way out, it can't be driven at much over 20mph and it probably needs a gearbox.  I'm done with throwing money at it so it's for the chop, and a replacement is being sought... First candidate, this CLK.  At the top of our budget but good history, no rust, new tyres, interior tidy (driver's seat often get ripped up on these), but there's just the small matter of it being 150 miles away in South Wales. We decide it's worth the trip and hoof down the M4 in the Jaaag.  Within 5 minutes of arriving we're on our way home again - there's fresh overspray and even MASKING TAPE on the front wings, and the rears contain wob that must have been applied by Lionel Richie's girlfriend.  New tyres are a mix of Chinese rings'o'death with about a dozen coats of tyre shine. We stop at the services near Cardiff, where they have about 4 sandwiches for sale.  We head back to England, blowing the