What Better Time to Learn?Posted: September 30, 2011
I feel like I do a pretty go job with having manly hobbies. Whittling? Check. Camping? Check. Football? Check. Bear wrestling? Double Check. The one area I feel my manly skills are lacking is with cars. I don’t really know anything about cars. Well, I didn’t. But, I decided to do something about it! Roni and I are both in the last year of our academic programs, and we no longer have the ability to schedule around each other’s classes. This created a bit of a problem. I needed the car for work, and Roni needed the car to get to class. If we lived somewhere without snow, I would just ride by bike to work and school. However, I have little interest in riding my bike to work and school when the roads are slick with ice. It looked like we were about to become a two-car family.
Well, as students (as I am sure you can remember), we didn’t have a lot of money to put towards a car. We did a little bit of number crunching, and determined that we could spend no more than $1,000 on a car. We figured that it really only needed to run until April, at which point we would graduate and move on to better things.
Not surprisingly, you can’t really get much for $1,000. But in the midst ads like “Im seln mai 2004 kia. It rnz RL Gr8, butt needz wrk bc I took out teh enjin and tranny and it dunt werk” I would see a glimmer of hope. I saw several ads for older Nissan/Datsun cars. Admittedly, I have a soft spot for Datsuns because my very first car was a ’83 Datsun Sentra that had something like 250,000 miles on it. I figured that older cars were mechanically simpler to work on, and that an older car would be a great chance for me to learn the ins and outs of how cars work.
After a few weeks, I found the car. It was an old 1981 Datsun 280zx. The seller assured me that the car ran great, except that it needed a new fuel pump. I drove down to Nephi and took the car for a test drive. The car only had 90,000 miles on it thanks to sitting in somebody’s yard for 15 years. During the test drive, the car ran pretty well. I wanted it. I convinced myself I needed it. I made a partial payment, with the rest due once they delivered the car. The next day when I came home from work, I was greeted by this:
To be continued . . .