After a 50 minute drive, I arrived at the house of the old man at 9 am on a Friday morning. It was fresh, a chilling 2° Celcius, but the sun was shining. After a bit of small talk, we went to his garage and there she sat, parked against the wall. I gave her a quick once over and was actually quite impressed. I didn’t see anything that we couldn’t change in a workshop and after asking about the electrics and looking over the paper, I was set on buying her. All along I was messaging my brother but he was at work and couldn’t reply, so decided to play my cards and not let her slip out of my hands. We went back into the warmth of the old man’s house where he proceeded to offer me coffee, tea or a cold beer, but seeing as it was so early, I decided to turn down the latter.

I explained to him that I was really interested in the car and couldn’t get my brother on the phone but that I was still prepared to go through with the sale, and he was more than delighted. He then went into the next room, came back with a piece of paper in his hand, and laid it out on the table “Agreement of Sale”. The agreement was old, it seemed to have been typed up on an old typewriter, something that was definitely before my time, but it didn’t bother me. In fact, it just made the whole situation seem even more interesting. I told him I didn’t have all the money with me and he said it wasn’t a problem, he just needed a deposit and it could be anything, even €10. I wanted to show him that I was more than interested and proceeded to empty the contents of my wallet on his table… €70 in total(I offered to drive to the next ATM to withdraw more if it wasn’t enough) and we signed the agreement. We then chatted a little more about cars and agreed on a time when I could pick up the car with the trailer, and then I left.