Oh to hell with it, I need a break. Turning off my email.
So, I have a 26 year old nephew who is a motorhead. His fetish is focused on E39s, Alphas, and a Toyota Century that he brought back from Japan (Air Force). He knows about my E9 fetish and all of the struggles I have gone through to find a good one. As soon as I had the time, money, and garage space to get one, the market went nuts.
So back in late 2013, I blindly bought an ebay car that was dying a slow death in Maryland. It cost me $2,000 just to ship it. The white knight in me thought I could save it. It does have good shock towers, but the rust and rot is pretty brutal. I'd basically have to replace everything but the wheels!. So recently, I made the emotional decision to give up. Sorry to everyone who has PM'd me - I thought I would get notified by email and I haven't. I WILL get back to you.
Then this past Monday came. I just hit a big home run at work and was on the phone finalizing the details, when nephew starts pinging me on messenger. He sent me the link. I wrote "oh ****" as soon as I saw it.
I emailed the seller. I emailed him again. I then used my internet skills to track down his home number. I mistakenly called him from my California mobile (same number for 18 years - not giving that up). So, understandably, he let it go to voicemail. I left a voicemail explaining that I was a local, that I have been searching for the perfect E9 for years, and that I'd like to see his car if it was still available.
Nothing.
8am on Tuesday, a New Jersey number pops up on my caller ID. I take the call. Yes, he was harsh and angry and was pouring his guts out to me. All the while, I am in my driveway circling my rotting 1974 E9. Now, I work in a profession that does business around the world - I know the New Yorker mentality. Frankly, you don't **** with them or they'll smack you. This guy was verbally smacking me.
Why? He had underpriced the car and was besieged with asshole flippers that I have had to compete against and lost. This was his baby of 30 years (he imported it from Germany) and nasty people were ruining his memories and his peaceful retirement.
He then yelled a large price at me, and I said "that's above my pain thresh hold". I thanked him, and wished him the best of luck. I knew he was emotional about the car - WE ALL ARE. That is why we are here.
I wrote it off in my mind. I actually told my nephew that perhaps I should save my E9 no matter what the cost.
A few hours go by and that same New Jersey number pops up. I answer with "how is your day going, XXXXX?". This time, he was calm, warm, and collected. Perhaps he did his research on me. He then told me I was the guy who deserved this car, quoted me a price I could live with. We set a time to meet at his house.
Guys, I barely inspected the car. I looked at a few key areas and knew that this car had been treated like the work of art that it is. I was quivering with excitement. I calmly agreed that it was my car, and then went to the bank and got the cashier's check.
I then spent a couple of hours really getting to know the guy and his wife. Amazing people. We've been trading emails and texts ever since. Friends for life kind of stuff. I was taking his child away from him, but he knew it was going to a VERY good home.
They have lifetime visitation rights.
1972 2002 / 1988-1989 (I was 16)
1982 320i / 1989-1999
2000 328ci (European delivery) / 2000-2013 and 2014 - now
2013 X3 Twin Turbo / 2013 - now
1974 E9 / 2013 - now
1973 E9 / 2015 - until I am dead. I'll live in it if I have to.
PS - I know where a 72 and 73 are currently rotting on a mechanic's lot here in Tucson. I have emailed him and told him that he needs to do something about that.
[Nephew's Century]