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So Ive sold a few of my expensive cars lately due to lack of use, price inflation (I guess that only happens once or twice in a car tragic's life) as the utility to capital outlay ratio just wasnt there for me anymore (yep Im an accountant).
So in my mournful state the family is out for dinner on Saturday night and I see this sad and sorry 242gt across the road. Wife spots the glance and says "no way keep walking". So I "go to the bathroom" during dinner and clock that it is definitely a 242gt. Then I am very keen to pay the bill and the waitress kindly lends me a pen and paper, I sneak over the road to leave the note and hear "what are you doing" being shouted across the reasonably busy road. Look across at wife with 4 sugared up children trying to get into her car..... not popular.
A few days passes and I get the text from the owner. Someone hit it during the night, insurance has paid her out but hasn't written it off on the system, so I now have a rough as guts 1979 242GT with my utility to capital outlay ratio restored and I my car karma is at peace again....
So in my mournful state the family is out for dinner on Saturday night and I see this sad and sorry 242gt across the road. Wife spots the glance and says "no way keep walking". So I "go to the bathroom" during dinner and clock that it is definitely a 242gt. Then I am very keen to pay the bill and the waitress kindly lends me a pen and paper, I sneak over the road to leave the note and hear "what are you doing" being shouted across the reasonably busy road. Look across at wife with 4 sugared up children trying to get into her car..... not popular.
A few days passes and I get the text from the owner. Someone hit it during the night, insurance has paid her out but hasn't written it off on the system, so I now have a rough as guts 1979 242GT with my utility to capital outlay ratio restored and I my car karma is at peace again....
