I should really feel depressed and sad and regretful about selling my 1977 Datsun 280Z. I don’t. All I feel, if fact, is my wallet becoming noticeably heavier in my pocket.
The 280Z was the first car I ever bought, acquiring her just over a year ago. My automotive ownership virgin self thought that buying a 34 year old car with no history for $3400 to use as a daily driver was a good idea. I was quite wrong.
No matter how much fun it was getting thumbs up and waves at stoplights, and no matter how much character the wooden steering wheel and three pedals added to the already lovely and very involved driving experience, I could only enjoy these emotions when she was running. And she almost never ran. The list of problems and parts that needed replacing got longer every time I peeked under the hood. She left me standing on the side of the road no less than 5 times, and let me tell you the novelty of classic car ownership wears off quickly when your bike becomes your main source of transportation.
I finally tracked most of the reliability issues down to a bad ECU, but not before dumping more time and effort and money into just keeping her running than I have any interest in calculating. I was fed up and tired and when offered $5,000 for her the other day I didn’t think twice. I vowed to use that money to buy something reliable. Something strong. A Honda, possibly, or maybe a truck. Something without mechanical or electrical gremlins. Something that would start for me every single morning damnit. Then I came across a certain Tavarish article...
Oops. I’m not sure I’ve done that right.
An orient blue E39 540i M Sport ushers in the next chapter of my automotive experience. And on that note, I think I just felt my wallet get lighter again. Wish me luck! I’m worried I’ll need it.
Thanks for reading!