So here’s the deal. The other day I was cruising Craigslist looking for a used minivan to use as a beater car. You see I like having a car that I don’t care about, that I can park anywhere and more importantly that I can fit loads of stuff into. Back in the day I had a Mercury Villager and I loved that thing. However when I moved out to California I ditched it because I didn’t want to pay the shipping. Fast forward to 3 days ago when I spotted this thing – a 1992 Chevrolet Caprice wagon with the optional 350 cu in mill. The description simply said, “1992 Caprice Wagon, Grandma owned, 58,000 miles and in good shape”.
I picked up the phone, called and spoke to James, the owner. He explained that Grandma had passed and that his wife wanted nothing to do with this thing and that he had to get rid of it. I decided what the hell, got in the car and drove the 62 miles down to San Jose to check it out. Now here’s the kicker… THIS THING WAS MINT! Not like almost mint, but F*CKIN’ mint. The interior was spotless, the body (aside from 2 small dings) was perfect, and it ran flawlessly. In fact I don’t ever think I’ve seen a 20-year old car that was in this good a shape.
The mileage was as advertised as it had 58,+++ miles on it, the A/C blew ice cold and everything worked down to the self-leveling rear air suspension. The only thing in question were the tires that were severely dry-rotted.
James and I spoke and deal was struck to the tune of $2000.00. Once I got it home I did some preventative garage maintenance by way of new brake pads, shocks, and an oil and transmission fluid change. Then I washed it, threw on new tires, detailed the interior and PRESTO – amazing beater car, that’s well… not really a beater. Now granted this is probably the only car in existence that will guarantee that you don’t get laid on a first date, but just in case you do, you can comfortably fit a 4×8 air mattress in the back.