I bought the car in July of 2000 from a father and son in Eastern Massachusetts. Dad
helped his then 16-year-old son buy the car a couple of years earlier, and now he was
"helping" him sell it due to some irresponsible teenage act. They were both sad to see
the car go, but dad was relieved to be selling it to an adult, and not some other teenager
from the neighborhood. After a bit of haggling, I drove the Scamp home.Clearly this car is going to need a little TLC (Truck-Load-of-Cash?) to suit my purposes. I plan to do a lot of driving in this car. After all, it is a car. There were lots of rattles and squeaks that have to go. The right rear tire was pretty bald (wonder why?) and the exhaust pipes were banging and clanging. The ride was a little sloppy as the shocks were old, the brakes were pretty worn, and the alignment was out a bit. Various bulbs needed replacing, some painted trim needed touching up. I can drive it while I fix it. 
Big plans in my head, I started down the road. Drive it in for an oil change, then across the street for brake shoes and pads. Over to the insurance company and then the Registry of Motor Vehicles. Across the city for the safety and emissions inspection. Everything works, and the emissions came in well below the standard. Officially, and legally, we're driving. |
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| "Everything works, and the emissions came in well below the standard. Officially, and legally, we're driving. " |
