Thursday, July 8, 2010

The New Beater

A bunch of people have asked me what the my new beater, a 1992 Peugeot station wagon, turned out to be like.

If you read my post of a week or so ago, I mentioned that I agreed to purchase a 1992Peugeot sight unseen. On Monday I got to see it for the first time.

It was pretty much what I expected it to be. There were a few small, minor things wrong with it that I didn't know about, but nothing serious. All of it is stuff that can be repaired fairly easily. (A torn boot on the steering rack is the biggest and most difficult problem.)

I expect it will be exactly what I need... A car to haul around stuff that will be relativley fun to drive and a challenge to get parts for.

I'm going like having a car again that is a challenge to find parts for. I love spending a day prowling junkyards looking for a part. There is some great, weird satisfaction in finding it. It's like hunting, I guess, but I don't have to sit in the woods and I don't have to kill something that did nothing to me. With a history of Rovers, Peugeots, Renaults, Alfa Romeos, Sunbeams, Opels and other odd little cars in my life, how could I not like the challenge of parts hunting? With the Peugeot I'll be a big game car parts hunter again.

I forgot to bring a camera with me when I looked at the car (and the camera in my phone isn't worth using), but as soon as I get it - towards the end of the month - I'll take some pictures and put them online.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on your Peugeot! This brings back memories of my Peugeot purchase back in 1988.

I bought a 165,000 mile 5 year old 505STI as a winter car when I was in college and it remains one of my favorite cars. It was incredibly comfortable, agonizingly slow, frustratingly unreliable at times but somehow managed to make an emotional connection that few cars have. The Sunoco gas station (with a $28/hour labor rate when the Peugeot dealer was around $70) would diagnose the problem and I ordered the parts from a mail order company out of New Jersey that kept it running for another 20,000 miles before the struts, clutch and air conditioning all gave out at once, leaving me with a heartbreaking decision about whether to invest a boatload of money into a car that I loved with close to 200,000 miles or to move on.

People look at me strangely when I tell them about how much I loved my 505 but most people have never had the pleasure of driving one.