Hello! I’ll start with the fact that in July I passed on the rights, yes, yes, myself) since the rights are an expensive thing in our time, there was little money left to buy a car, I had to take a consumer loan, I wanted a car in price category 300-350 thousand, but there was not enough money)) I opted for ford focuse, opel astra, ford mondeo. I understand cars from the words of my friends, that is, amateurishly, and I chose based on my intuition) Having gone to look at several cars (focus, aster), I was disappointed, because frank trash was sold for 250 thousand.
Well, after watching ads and reading reviews on [link], I knew what kind of car I wanted: a black sedan, automatic, and with inexpensive consumables. And then I saw her! FORD MONDEO 2003 2.0 automatic, with a mileage of 119,000 km) We went with a friend to watch, the seller turned out to be a sociable young guy, he drove, showed, told, I realized that this is what I want. Not listening to the advice of friends that you do not need such long car(and by the way, the car is almost 5 meters), I realized that this is mine! It cost me 230 thousand, all the fluids were practically new, so having bought it, I went to make sure for diagnostics. The guys were surprised that the mileage was real, for a car 13 years old. Recommended to change the front stabilizer and rear pads with discs. That's where I found out that Consumables will cost me very little. By the way, some details fit with Russian car. In general, I bought the front struts, full rem. a set and an overall light bulb for only 5000 rubles!))) with a discount of course, but not a big one, since a friend works in the exist store)
I have owned this car for 6 months and it has never let me down! Starts in any weather, everything works like clockwork. The chia equipment is therefore for me, a girl, 22 years old and without driving experience, it’s just a fairy tale) I drive with my daughter, and I bought a car because of her, I had to take it far to the kindergarten, and I decided while there was a fuse after training, should be taken sooner. My daughter, like me, always and everywhere gets sick, I suffered from this until the age of 13 and she probably will also be the same, BUT, in my car she almost never gets sick! Because it doesn't smell at all! I didn’t buy stinkers, I don’t like them myself) And the car’s movement is measured and quiet, bumps, potholes on the roads, awesome handling! I drove a LANCER, a CHEVROLET CRUZE, Mercedes coupe early 2000 and the owners may not agree with me this car but my handling is better. More pleasant. on toll road I accelerated it to 220 km / h along the Mozhaisk highway - it behaved with dignity, the sound insulation was good, it didn’t lead to the sides (by the way, my steering wheel was crooked, it became 30 degrees to the left after hitting a curb, but it doesn’t affect anything, I’m already used to it, when I do the similarity-collapse - they will put it exactly)
The only 2 biggest cons of MONDEO are:
1. Fuel consumption - laughs a lot! 2.0. automatic machine for 100 km in the city eats 12 liters, on the highway 9, but I have suspicions that there are more! Although it depends on how you drive ... But I don’t like to accelerate, maneuver abruptly and so on. Therefore, my numbers are on average the same as described in the manual.
2. Mirrors! This is tin. They are so small that you can't see anything in them. I got used to it already in half a year, especially the right one with the visibility of a blind zone, but it’s bad, but they don’t reach changing hands. But compared to others, it is very small)
Well, what else to say, I love the car, I don’t want to change it for anything. Everything suits! I hope that in the future it will not let me down.
Opel Wir leben autos — for those who understand. I personally do not understand why no one has called me on this ad so far. Not a car, but a dream. I hold the steering wheel with one hand, wipe the tears of happiness with the other.
450,000 km do not go to a fortuneteller,
the first 20,000 miles were driven by a dumb, fat American housewife, who was smearing everything around with McDonald's sauces, then an equally dumb, but not yet fat American girl drove another 30,000 km, all this time she did not change oil, pads, belts, rubber, etc. ,
the next 50,000 miles was driven by a refrigerator mechanic, he serviced the car himself, he was terribly strangled by a supertoad, he bought the cheapest at sales mineral oil, Chinese non-original pads and candles, then he sold the car to the Arabs for 1000 greens.
The Arabs twisted the speedometer, beckoned lightly and shoved it to the schoolboy for $1800. The teenage bastard has ridden 25,000 miles on it and would have gone farther if he hadn't been at the Dunkin Donats counter for smoking Colombian hashish. Wildly frightened of such an irreparable mess (the car was not insured), the dude dumped home. The car was arrested and sold in this form at an auction to freshly arrived Russian emigrants, who once needed a whole ass from Opel (they already had their faces ... ...). Repair and painting took only 4 days - the peppers did not spare the putty. They drove another 50,000 miles in a freshly repaired car, smuggling black caviar and vodka from Brooklyn to Atlantic City.
In 2007, the car was offered to be sent to Russia at a fabulous price. She was once again beckoned, the speedometer was twisted and sent in a container.
In Moscow, pepelats was bought by the Mytishchi merchant who sold Turkish shoes on the market. He dashed off 40,000 km on it. At the 42nd thousand, I got ... an automatic machine, a man went through it in the garage using clutches from LiAZ-677 and filled it with a spindle because of the unwillingness to drink .... at 12 o'clock in the morning for some incomprehensible oil. Then he twisted the speedometer again and sent the Opel to the market.
At the bazaar, a sparkling garbage dump was bought by an inadequate married couple who came to buy a "four". After the next bulkhead of the box, the pipelats was operated in the tail and in the mane for 3 years, including trips to the dacha in the Ryazan region - 150 km along not the best road. Another 50,000 km. In the end, the engine began to devour oil, suspiciously tap and rumble with compensators and the car, after another twisting of the speedometer, was put up for sale.
Armenians bought ………. The motor was moved using rings from Moskvich 412, slightly corrected on a sanding bar, the caps were made by Zhiguli, after pressing them with pliers. A year later, the Armenian lost the car at cards. In a year, he managed to drive 25,000 km.
Azeris took the car for card debts. She was at that moment not at all in at its best, so they began to carry cabbage from Voskresensk to Moscow on it.
One day in late autumn, before reaching Lyubertsy, Opel skidded due to serious drug intoxication of the driver and, having flown over oncoming lane, he found peace under the poplar. The poplar stuck into the middle right pillar. I loaded it when I was driving an empty tow truck from Moscow. At first I wanted to hand over to scrap metal. This story was told to me by the owner whose number I found under the windshield. I took the docks from him in exchange for the fourth iPhone with a broken screen.
Well, if seriously machine- fire. I bombard her every day. I sleep in it at night. I even cook food on it. Photo attached. Sometimes you manage to get laid with someone back seat. As a rule, these are drunk in a hollow for a long time not young women who then vomit in my salon. I've been selling my car for several years without success. To the one who buys for free, I will give the remnants of mining, which every day I have to add to the engine of this bucket. Well, a couple of numbers of married walking women are a bonus. Just keep in mind I won’t bargain, so you should have an extra couple of hundred on top of the vodka for them to give you
I am a happy owner of the “seven” of 2002, so I know what awaits me when the engine cooling fan does not work in the summer, what will happen if the antifreeze boils away, how to start from the “pusher”. And in the winter, I discovered a cigarette lighter, which a colleague happily gave me so that I would not ask her to “light up” every evening. Gentlemen
and car lady
Everyone strives to stop and help: young and not very, pretty and not very, on SUVs and old cars, with passengers and dogs. I'm talking, of course, about men. Women will not only not help a woman, but will also giggle evilly, sitting in their comfortable car, blown by air conditioning.
One summer, my swallow "boiled" when leaving Astrakhan, when I was heading home to Ikryanoye. It was still light, I wasn't in a hurry, so I didn't panic. The helper cars stopped one after the other.
The hood was raised, eight hands were shamanizing over the engine, I did not climb, stepped aside and watched. One of the assistants, a tidy young man wearing glasses from a less tidy Opel, did not get dirty, did not particularly wave his arms, only occasionally “helped” the other men with advice given in a low voice.
The second is a man of about forty, also from a pretty foreign car, a lot, but even I understood that in vain, he spoke and, bending over the car, like a surgeon, kept shouting: “Key! Water! Rag!”
The third brought from his huge SUV big suitcase with tools. There were a lot of keys, heads, screwdrivers and other strange things. The “assistant” tried on each piece for a long time to some part in my car, for some reason pulled out a drill. In general, the guy demonstrated a “universal” set, but did not use any of the tools.
The fourth one, who drove up on a strict, but expensive car, conferred on the phone with a knowledgeable person for a long time, but in the end he only gave me the phrase of his knowing person“You have to look at it yourself, you won’t say it right away,” and, without thinking twice, he left, flashing a side mirror at parting.
inconspicuous hero
I almost felt sad, watching the sad picture, when he suddenly stopped - a plump brunette in flip flops and shorts without a T-shirt, with a cigarette in his mouth on a loaded burgundy "seven", from the window of which full power sang "Tender May".
Seeing a worthy competitor, the men gave way to my savior. The Savior, scratching his bare belly, connected some wires and casually said: “You will get to the house, and tomorrow go to the electrician, he will fix it.”
Away
at the electrician
I managed to get to the house without boiling - my savior connected the fan directly. The next day at dawn, I went to an electrician. Opening the hood, the electrician was not exactly surprised. I guessed he was dumbfounded. Yes, strange wiring, wires stuck out of the mounting block, I could not explain why some of them were made, but I remember for sure that something does not spin without them.
"Myself mounting block By the way, it’s better to change, since some contacts are tucked in with matches and twigs, and this is not entirely correct and not very safe, ”the electrician threw in parting. The worker made a fan or something that sets the fan in motion, and for some reason sadly followed me with his eyes, apparently anticipating that this would not be our last meeting. True, the second time the electrician refused me, I quote: “It’s not just driving this car, it’s even dangerous to repair it. So excuse me ma'am." I had to change the electrician, and then another, then another and another.
"I recognize her out of a thousand..."
My beauty was not involved in an accident. But the front fenders are a little dented. Both. They probably beat me. One headlight is broken, but it shines, really badly, and blinks. But the car has acquired an elegant roundness at the front, which helps a lot to detect the car in large parking lots and gives the swallow a unique personality. On the body there are some areas that can be considered normal. The body was completely changed in 2010, but you can’t tell from it.
I'd love to say that all my love and care has been put into this car, but it's not. It contains only hatred and contempt. Until now, having little understanding of the structure of the car, I open the hood either to add some liquid that has disappeared without a trace, or to look at the engine in bewilderment when the car suddenly gets up. Even though I shouldn't have to figure it out, I'm a deeeee!
