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To start this off I am going to go back a bit. About 3 weeks ago, my friend messages me on facebook and tells me that hes buying something with a V8. I ask him what it is and he sends me this picture:
Of course I am immediately jealous, I ask him how much he's paying. Only $1000. Now I'm almost having a heart attack. From the picture, it looks like its perfect. A few hours go by and he messages me again saying he changed his mind and do I want the car? I said yes, got the sellers phone number and that was it. Now fast forward to 3 weeks later, I had gone to look at the car once already, made the deal and had the keys. There was one problem, the car is located 170 KM north of my house and the front brakes are both seized, the tires need to be replaced and the windows don't roll up. Second problem is that the day I got off work to go get the car, the weather decides to fuck me and its a god damn blizzard. All these things aside, I still get up in the morning and go to get the car.
Drove for an hour and a bit, stopped to eat and to pick up the trailer to get the car home. I took a few picture of the car when we got there just because I was so excited...
Started right up no problem at all, even after sitting on the driveway for 8 months (or so I was told). The only thing it needed was a new battery. Here is a picture of my dad and the trailer. I didn't know how fucked the front brakes were, but it turns out that the car couldn't get any traction and we couldn't get it onto the trailer. Two hours later and a few hundred feet down the road I decided it was time to call in reinforcements. Got my phone out and searched some towing companies nearby. A dude named Geoff with a purple and green tow truck was the winner and 45 mins later the car was getting hooked up to his truck.
On the way back home I opened the folder that had been left on the seat of the car. Inside were service records dating back to 73 when the car was brand new. I am the 3rd owner of the car. First owner was a dentist named Dr. Jones, Second owner was the guy I bought it from (they had it for 20 years). The folder also contained 2 appraisals of the car and a note from the people I bought it from. The note said that the car had been in their family for 20 years and that I should be proud to own a classic Mercedes Benz. Reading the note immediately added sentimental value to the car in my mind.
A few hours later I was home. The roads were even shittier than in the morning and the tow truck driver took his time. Finally he arrived and we unloaded the car onto the street.
Now I had to devise a plan to get it into my garage. No pics of this stage but I used my moms SUV to pull it up the road and get it into place in front of my house. The car was at the edge of the driveway and my Jetta was in the garage, so I backed out the Jetta and towed the car up the driveway. Then I did a 1500 point turn and got my car out of the other side of the garage. Thankfully my driveway was not icy, snowy or otherwise trecherous and I was able to drive the merc into the garage. Thats the end of the beginning of what will most likely be a long journey to get this classic car back to 100%. I leave you with some pictures of the car. (I dont normally name cars but for some reason, I feel like it needs a name. Any suggestions??)
-Martin
Of course I am immediately jealous, I ask him how much he's paying. Only $1000. Now I'm almost having a heart attack. From the picture, it looks like its perfect. A few hours go by and he messages me again saying he changed his mind and do I want the car? I said yes, got the sellers phone number and that was it. Now fast forward to 3 weeks later, I had gone to look at the car once already, made the deal and had the keys. There was one problem, the car is located 170 KM north of my house and the front brakes are both seized, the tires need to be replaced and the windows don't roll up. Second problem is that the day I got off work to go get the car, the weather decides to fuck me and its a god damn blizzard. All these things aside, I still get up in the morning and go to get the car.
Drove for an hour and a bit, stopped to eat and to pick up the trailer to get the car home. I took a few picture of the car when we got there just because I was so excited...
Started right up no problem at all, even after sitting on the driveway for 8 months (or so I was told). The only thing it needed was a new battery. Here is a picture of my dad and the trailer. I didn't know how fucked the front brakes were, but it turns out that the car couldn't get any traction and we couldn't get it onto the trailer. Two hours later and a few hundred feet down the road I decided it was time to call in reinforcements. Got my phone out and searched some towing companies nearby. A dude named Geoff with a purple and green tow truck was the winner and 45 mins later the car was getting hooked up to his truck.
On the way back home I opened the folder that had been left on the seat of the car. Inside were service records dating back to 73 when the car was brand new. I am the 3rd owner of the car. First owner was a dentist named Dr. Jones, Second owner was the guy I bought it from (they had it for 20 years). The folder also contained 2 appraisals of the car and a note from the people I bought it from. The note said that the car had been in their family for 20 years and that I should be proud to own a classic Mercedes Benz. Reading the note immediately added sentimental value to the car in my mind.
A few hours later I was home. The roads were even shittier than in the morning and the tow truck driver took his time. Finally he arrived and we unloaded the car onto the street.
Now I had to devise a plan to get it into my garage. No pics of this stage but I used my moms SUV to pull it up the road and get it into place in front of my house. The car was at the edge of the driveway and my Jetta was in the garage, so I backed out the Jetta and towed the car up the driveway. Then I did a 1500 point turn and got my car out of the other side of the garage. Thankfully my driveway was not icy, snowy or otherwise trecherous and I was able to drive the merc into the garage. Thats the end of the beginning of what will most likely be a long journey to get this classic car back to 100%. I leave you with some pictures of the car. (I dont normally name cars but for some reason, I feel like it needs a name. Any suggestions??)
-Martin
I thought about it for a while and my solution was to weld across the fucked up teeth and then file out new teeth from the now solid piece of metal. Took me the better part of an afternoon but it ended up working great! 
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