Yesterday I bought a car. It’s a 1991 Buick Regal. Pretty much the same one I drive now, only newer and fewer miles. Or so we thought. The odometer says 96,000 miles. Fine. The title from the previous owner, dated August 2003, says 106,000. This is easy enough to attribute to a lazy car dealer who took a customer estimate rather than going out to check the actual mileage. So whatever, I was hyped. I let my dad drive it to work today so he could have the guys in his shop check it out and get professional opinions.
So he calls me this morning and says he found old papers in the glovebox, like from ’99, that says the car had 103,000 miles on it. That was 5 years ago. So someone fucking rolled back the odometer. Adam and Rene both warned me against buying cars from Pudgy’s, but I did anyhow, and got screwed. Oh yeah, there’s a giant hole in the gas tank, and I put almost $40 in there yesterday. WHAT A JOKE. I’m returning the car today.
Here are some pictures. The first one is for Annie and Tracy. Everything else is just from the summer and later that I just felt like scanning.
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