FaceBook is fake. Simply, really know people, that's party. Even in the fall. Autumn is known for its rain. After being soaked for the second time in a week, I had had it. So I called Vernon.
Vernon is a local dealer in budget cars. He also always has a few engines. I grab my Aldi Smartphone: “Vernon, Dolf here. I have to have a car ”
Vernon asked for certainty: "You still have no money?" A superfluous question. "Come on Wednesday." A few drier days came again, so I forgot about the whole car until the next downpour. I put the Guzzi gloomily away and grabbed the Hercules K 125 BW, which I use for unclear local activities, because that thing always seemed to be taken back in a newly purchased car. It continued to rain. I stepped dripping with Vernon into my dwarf's court.
"Ah, I thought, where is he?" Said Vernon, a man who may not have invented calmness and tranquility himself, but who certainly was there when the first test packages of those qualities were handed out. The story was sidelined because there was an 450 cc Ducati in the showroom, almost original and with a somewhat weathered appearance. The yellow and black Duc was allowed to leave for a tenner per cc. Nice!
But I was there to pick up my voiture. Outside was a huge Audi 100 Avant five-cylinder from 1983 on incredibly wide rims. Just like a puppy with large legs. The thing didn't seem to fall quickly.
"Nobody wants him, Vernon beamed satisfied. And now you buy it for way too much ”.
The 'way too much' was not too bad. We settled with small change and slid the Hercules effortlessly into the back of the Audi. At home, the Avant was put in the parking lot and the Hercules pried out again. It now smelled nice in the Audi, which apparently had petrol-absorbing upholstery. Fine! Just be careful not to smoke. The weekend after that we took the car for a long weekend in Germany, where it was still short sleeves again.
We did a weekend in the Ruhr area and visited 
the dams bombed in WWII. That attack was carried out by the RAF No. 617 Squadron, better known by the name Dam Busters. We grabbed a sauna in the baths of Bad Sassendorf and on Sunday afternoon we ran home with 160 + on the clock over the Autobahn.
Only then did it become apparent what kind of habit animal a person is. Because owning a car was not in my system. So I kept taking the bike.
Fortunately the coin finally fell. Through the tamtam I heard of a lover who was going to clean up. Interesting enough to have a look and to make my move after hard negotiations.
The family capital was released and the rear seats of the Audi folded down. This gives a loading length of more than two meters. The transaction succeeded. On the way home! The Audi remained just as good again. As a warehouse for the batches of parts of which I now have an oil in frame Triumph I am making, he is very practical.
Handy things that cars! And it just remains great engine weather.