~10 years back I had a S10 zr2 blazer
I don't know what the point of this story is, just seemed relevant.
My very first car was a 1988 BMW 325i convertible. I was 14 when I got it. My folks needed a third car, and bought it knowing it would be mine when I got my learners permit. Well, in 1998 I totaled it at an intersection. My father ended up selling it to a guy who wanted the motor for his, and the 94 mustang convertible was its replacement. I still kept the key though. You never forget your first.
Since my husband frequently would drive my Mustang in the late 00s, he would commonly get the two keys mixed up, which was odd, because you’d think he would know better, since he used to own a 97 thubderbird with the same exact style key. Anyway, he told me that I would never see that car again, so why not just take it off the key ring and put it somewhere special, since he knew that car meant so much to me.
…never see that car again? Within a week of removing the key, and no longer carrying that last remaining part of it with me, I got a fax. Seems that for a few years that car was sitting on some mechanics lot, abandoned. Someone wanted to buy it, but the mechanic didn’t know who owned it and never went through the process of putting a mechanics lien on it. He just wanted the spot back. So the interested party ran a vehicle inquiry on it, and it showed that I was the last registered owner, or rather, my father… …who past away a 3 years prior. Since the inquiry told me what the title document number was, I went through the process of getting a duplicate title, called the guy, told him the story about how it was totaled and supposed to have been parted out, and went to go see it.
My key still worked. It still had the original license plates, and in the trunk was the original instrument cluster with the exact mileage of the wreck. It even had the original numbers matching motor still in it! (They put the VIN on it) It was missing its floor mats, one of wheels had been swapped to a different one, and there was a plant growing out of its grill. I really wanted this car to finally be taken care of, and was going to sell it to the gentleman who contacted me, but knew it was a bad idea. In the glove box was a receipt of the cosmetic repairs done. $1600. That’s how much it cost to fix a totaled 10yo BMW?!? Apparently they had cut out the damaged part of the car, and replaced it with one from a coupe, which apparently are different in sizing. They also ended up doing an “uh oh! Better get MACCO” quality paint job on it. Also, the customer billed wasn’t even the guy my father sold the car too. So who left it there?
It was 2006. These E30s were worthless. So I felt that it would be in everyone’s best interest to tow the car out of that guys shop, NOT sell the car to anyone, and do the work myself as the only real value it had left to it was that it was my first freaking car. It saved my life, and then found me. That’s crazy special!
I noticed an OEM fuel filter in the trunk and figured that’s probably where I needed to investigate first. This car had not been driven, to my knowledge, in 8 years. The fuel in the system is probably bad, but I didn’t know better. Ended up buying a new fuel filter, putting it in, and then it started right up!!! That’s all it needed?!? Turned it off to show my husband what I had done and how proud I was, but then it wouldn’t start again. He had heard it start, so he believed me. It was that the 8yo gas had turned to varnish, which we smelled even before towing it home. The guy couldn’t get it running because it kept clogging the fuel filter, and just told the mechanic to sell it, without leaving any contact info.
Well, I managed to get 3 decent years out of that unloved E30, and during that time, was able to complete a 5.0 swap on the 3.8, which was a fine motor, just didn’t get any respect. So, had it not been for the BMW, who knows? The Mustang might’ve remained a v6, simply because I needed a car to drive. Also during that time, my husband had just broke a piston rod due to driving in a surprise puddle of water in his lane. So before the 5.0 swap, my husband needed a working car to drive to work until his, that he had just paid off, got fixed.
It was truly a special car. …so special that it ended up saving my life AGAIN, when a motorist who camped out in a median forever, on a quiet road, chose to wait until I got close enough to pull out in front of me. I ended up curbing the brand new rims I had bought trying to avoid her. Soon after, I blew a head gasket on the E30, so with the Mustang swap finished, I started driving that, and we were finally going to restore it the right way.
My husband removed the fender, and that’s when he saw it. They had spot welded the Frankenstein piece in random spots only. What could be seen, was hidden with filler, but with the fender off, there was a hole where the two didn’t fit right, and the random weld spots had come APART. The only thing keeping the car together was the cross member and the aftermarket strut brace I had added!! Ended up selling everything I had bought for the car, and the car itself on an enthusiast forum, and I was super honest about everything. The engine went into a 24 hour of Lemons racer, and did quite well. It also competed as something known as a chump racer.
But the buyer took that car apart piece by piece, then took pictures of it. So I know I wouldn’t see it again. …though I did recently lose my key for it.