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>Be me
>Security guard, just lost last car in accident
>Need a new car now, insurance checks come in, want something….new, kinda sporty; a fixer-upper.
>Craigslist.png
>See a 1985 Jaguar XJ-S HE
>She looks beautiful, curvy, sporty. European.
>Looks up XJ-S specs
>V12 Engine, for 4 grand
>TooGoodToBeTrue.mov
>Go and check her out
>Some hick kid owns it; wine red, gray bucket seats, she starts right up…fucker put flowmasters in for exhausts, she sounds pissed, like she wants to come out of her yard prison. To top it off? Round quad headlights, she looks like Christine's British cousin.
>Kid talks some bullshit story about going to college, I want her checked out so we find a mechanic
>Next Saturday, we go to a mechanic, get her checked out, oil leaks, shit like that. Doesn't seem too bad. Turns out the real reason the kid wants it sold is his black girlfriend who wants a Minicooper. Lol
>She needs new tires, turns out hick-boy's been trying to Deja-vu this old Brit around his neighborhood.
>FuckIt.bitcoin
>Pay for $400 dollar Goodyears
>I now own a British Sportscar, I am the midlife crisis my dad never wanted.
>less then a month later, shit starts.
>The bitch decides not to start one day
>OhFuckAlready?
>Call up mechanic; mechanic ops out
>Fuck
>Don't trust just anybody with my car, too many scammers in town to trust. Start going through my own personal list of mechanics; I might not be smart enough to change the oil, but I sure as shit know who I trust to change the oil.
>Almost everyone is chicken shit and fucks off as soon as they hear the word "Jaguar"
>Even call a few places who claim to specialize in British cars, and classic British cars
>British Classic Car place cuts me off as soon as I say "Jaguar"
>"NOOOPE, SWORE TO CHRIST I'D NEVER TOUCH ONE"
>"But you're a British car place you say?"
>"DONT MATTER"- click
>Half the town's acting like this fucking car climbed into their bed, fucked their sister, raped their mother, shot their dog and didn't even have the god damned common courtesy to make coffee in the morning.
>I know V12 engines are bullshit to work on, but fucking hell is it not a combustion engine?
>Finally get a place who claims to specialize in Jags, especially older ones.
>More desperate than a whore in the second hour of mass. Go to them
>Wait 2 fucking months just to hear back from them, get a massive bill from the motherfuckers, 1200 dollars; turns out the Electrical Sending Unit died.
>The owner's on the phone worrying about stupid shit. The rugs being old, specific license plate screws, shit like that
>"Anon, I put in new license plate screws, that'll be an extra 25 bucks for them"
>Two fucking screws that I didn't even ask for
>You gotta be shitting me, joker.
>Want so badly to grab this Jamie Hyneman looking motherfucker and restring her Alternator belt with his guts.
>"I didn't ask for that tho"
>"Well you see, we felt that an official Jagua-"
>"I just need my car to run, I think it's more important that it runs than it has fancy screws"
>He almost immediately backtracks.
>"Weeeelll, this time it's on the house. Can you pick her up at 3 tomorrow?"
>Go there to pick up glorious Thatcher-mobile. See at least 3 E-Types in the back mechanic shop.
>ShouldComeHereAfterClosing.pdf
>After many break downs, bullshit fixes and months later (turns out the dumb hick fuck didn't even put the right kind've battery in it so that fucked the alternator), we finally find another mechanic who's not a rapist.
>Older guy, business fuck, but respectful.
>Had to get a valve head gasket fixed, he owns 2 Jags. we start talking in his office. At this point, I've had this gloriously curvey, expensive and greedy Thatcher-mobile for 1 year now.
>Wows him with knowledge I've acquired about the XJ-S during this time. How it was originally meant to replace the E type, how it was hated but went on for 21 years, the prince of darkness Lucas, etc.
>Turns out this old dude used to sell E-Types when he was my age, even sold XJ-S' and was a manager at a Jag dealership when he was 35
>Dude's like 64.
>IGotRespectForHim.gif
>Get bill for ThatcherMobile, jaw fucking drops.
>$500 bucks, now keep in mind, for every little thing for this car I've been paying like a fucking grand and up, so seeing this is more relieving than getting rid of a hemorrhoid in July.
>Pay the bill, shake the man's hand. Look at my old Jag. She may be a bitch, and no one may want her, she may have cost me a lot, but I'd rather no other car.
>Daily drive her still, people think I'm fucking crazy. Maybe I am; but there's no feeling in the world like being behind the wheel of your own car
>Well except for pussy maybe