We’ve got a car! La la la la la! Wooyeah!
After seeing some truly shocking piles of rust on wheels, we changed tack and went to find a second hand car dealer. Voortrekker Road had an overwhelming array of dealerships, and after looking at yet more piles of rust - this time complete with extortionate dealer price mark ups - we were drawn to Mayfair Motors, for no reason other than Evan used to work in Mayfair. The motors in this Mayfair were a little different to the 158k (basic, no frills) Bentleys sold in the London Mayfair dealers, but there, hidden away right at the back, was a little white bakkie that looked scarily like it wasn’t going to fall apart. After getting them down from 48 thousand rand to 36 thousand rand, we agreed to come back the next day with Collin.
Collin looked at all the things that I’d never think of looking at, bounced it from every angle to check the suspension and took it for a test drive. Feeling much happier that we weren’t about to buy a heapocrap, we shook on the deal and settled into the long wait in the back to sort out money.
The car was to be delivered to us that evening, and there was a tense hour and a half of waiting, with Evan pacing around the house and looking out the window every 2 minutes to see if it had arrived. Finally, finally, it arrived! We had a Traditional African Christening Ceremony involving the Tipping of the Beer and the Smirnoff Spin.
OK, so it’s not quite the big growly Land Rover or Toyota Hilux I’d had in mind. It is a bit, well….girly. And yes, it’s a corsa. But it’s got air con, it’s easy on diesel and it’s small enough to push if we get stuck (once I empty all my junk out of it). And hey, it’s our car (ok, technically mine as I paid for it) and we love it.
We’re going to have plenty of fun with Toto.
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