onthebrinck
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- City, State
- New Jersey
- Year, Model & Trim Level
- 2002 Sport
I made a deal with my son when he left for overseas that I'd take this '02 Sport for the money he'd owed me for the last four years. At first, it was a way for him to get rid of the truck (and yet still keep it ... if you know what I mean), and for me it was a way to forgive him his debt without actually forgiving it.
My 'other' car is a 1990 Mercedes 560SEL, so this Sport is a toy (and, by comparison, new).
This is actually my 3rd Sport. I had a fire engine red one about 15 years ago, then a black one (which I bought about the time my son got his license ... and hence, almost never drove).
As soon as I took possession of this Sport, I was out in the snow vacuuming it, cleaning the dash, oiling the leather seats, buying missing parts and pieces, unscrambling the original door codes ... in short, I was immediately addicted to restoring it.
But what is it that is so fascinating about these things? Let's face it, only the driver is really comfortable in the front seats; you have to be a gymnast to get in the back. The electronics always leave me saying, "I wish they had added this ..." My Benz has more storage room unless you're prepared to not see out the back. You can't haul a sheet of plywood unless you want the rear door smashing down at every bump. Sharp turns remind me of those reports of early truck rollovers. The style is not quite 'country' and not quite 'rock and roll'. But after all that, there is just something so satisfying about the way you feel near this thing.
My 'other' car is a 1990 Mercedes 560SEL, so this Sport is a toy (and, by comparison, new).
This is actually my 3rd Sport. I had a fire engine red one about 15 years ago, then a black one (which I bought about the time my son got his license ... and hence, almost never drove).
As soon as I took possession of this Sport, I was out in the snow vacuuming it, cleaning the dash, oiling the leather seats, buying missing parts and pieces, unscrambling the original door codes ... in short, I was immediately addicted to restoring it.
But what is it that is so fascinating about these things? Let's face it, only the driver is really comfortable in the front seats; you have to be a gymnast to get in the back. The electronics always leave me saying, "I wish they had added this ..." My Benz has more storage room unless you're prepared to not see out the back. You can't haul a sheet of plywood unless you want the rear door smashing down at every bump. Sharp turns remind me of those reports of early truck rollovers. The style is not quite 'country' and not quite 'rock and roll'. But after all that, there is just something so satisfying about the way you feel near this thing.