As part of the move prep I've been making some effort to sell my 911. I figured that with me going back to Europe once or twice a year it didn't really make a lot of sense to have $20k in automobile form sitting around as that would buy a nice classic in the US. So I was starting to advertise it.
First thing, I couldn't find the title. I never had this happen, and I probably owned something like 50-60 cars, if not more. Not once. Nevertheless, first paperwork snafu. So I order a duplicate.
Next I try to prepare it for some photos - ad without photos doesn't work, right? Battery in, wander off to get the tax disc (our equivalent of a tag) that turned up in the post two days earlier. Only that I can't find it. Tear the house apart, it's gone. Finally, several hours after I stopped searching, I discover that it's pinned to the board that has all the 'urgent' letters pinned to it. I was standing right next to the board but I couldn't see the darn thing. Of course by then it was too dark and thus too late to take photos.
This morning I had to move the Integrale as I had tree surgeons around and didn't think it looked better with a tree stuck through the sunroof. This car normally starts immediately, this morning, it wouldn't. On the second try it coughed to life on two pots, then three, then four, belching out a huge cloud of oil smoke. I guess that goes well with the dipstick that tried to climb out of the tube during a 500 mile journey.
I bet that if I turn the garage upside down, the 911 in there is hiding an Integrale shaped voodoo doll.
For some reason I'm beginning to think that someone's trying to tell me that this car isn't done with me yet or vice versa.


