Originally published at Amazon’s “Car Lust” blog on March 17, 2011. Edited and updated.
Here, for your St. Patrick’s Day viewing pleasure, is a picture of the most Irish of all possible Irish cars, a lovely green De Lorean DMC-12.
Pot of gold sold separately, leprechaun not included.
Ah, faith and begorrah (whatever the heck a “begorrah” is), sure as you’re born ’tis more to the story of Irish automobiles than green DeLoreans. Follow me to the end of the rainbow and we’ll take a look. (I promise to lose the phony accent.)
I went to the Cleveland Auto Show on March 4, and here’s some of what I saw.
“Come inside, the show’s about to start, guaranteed to blow your head apart….”
The Great Used Car Adventure of 2016: Final Chapter
Having told you the cautionary tale of my epic quest for a used car this past fall, it’s time to tell you all about the car I ended up buying.
The best shorthand description I can give of my 2009 Volkswagen CC is this: “It wants to be a BMW when it grows up.”
That’s not an insult by any means. Let me explain.
The Great Used Car Adventure of 2016, Episode 5
One of the first things I did after taking delivery of the 2009 Volkswagen CC I bought in our last episode was to make an appointment to have the 80,000 mile service done on the car. It had just over 81,000 on it when I bought it, and I figured that, human nature being what it is, the prior owner probably didn’t bother with the expense of performing the 80,000 mile service on a car that was about to be traded in, sold, or go off lease.
About a week after that, the fun began.
The Great Used Car Adventure of 2016, Episode 4
Though the GTI had been declared a total loss at the beginning of September, I ended up waiting for Godot Mutual* until mid-October before I got my settlement check and could go forward with actually buying a car. In that space of time, I’d seen several solid candidates appear in the listings for a fleeting moment before being sold off to someone else. In the meantime, the inconvenience of our household being short one daily driver was beginning to weigh on us all.
Once I’d cashed the check, I plotted out a marathon reconnaissance sortie for the following Saturday. My wife and I would visit several dealerships in Cleveland and Akron and try to look at as many cars as possible in the hopes that one of them would meet our specifications and we could get this over with.