Re: "I'm Not a Car Guy." - A 1967.5 1600 Refurb Saga
Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2021 8:59 pm
The Search.
After the Sebring-It-On died, I realized that I would really like another convertible to toodle around town in, and I immediately-ish decided on a Roadster… the favorite of all the cars my brother has owned.
When I first started the search, the world was less abnormal, and I had a good job.
I worked for a client who had hired me full-time, a nice change of pace. We operated in the Health and Pharmaceutical space. In a nutshell: Drugmakers hired us to conduct studies of their drugs and analyze efficacy in relation to drug-drug interaction, comorbidities, demo/sociographics, and even Payor impact. We then published those non-biased studies in the form of patient data sheets, websites, an online portal for physicians and patients, posters, and books, etc. My job was to make that data look pretty.
So a little dry on the subject matter, but it is actually very interesting and challenging.
As you might imagine, once Covid hit, the entire Pharma world pivoted from managing outsourced studies to finding a vaccine for Covid-19. (Interestingly, one study we did was actually a study for Gilead and Remdesivir (pre-covid and unrelated)). But, all studies were put on immediate hold, the owners shuttered the La Jolla office and consolidated everything in the Colorado office. And unfortunately there just wasn't enough to keep me on. So I'm back to the somewhat less reliable freelance (esp these days).
Rambling… sorry…
The point is, even with two girls in college, I had a little extra scratch for a car, and based on a very brief Roadster consideration about 5 years prior, my thought was: "I'll just find an awesome, turn-key, totally original daily-driver Roadster for $5k, maybe 7 tops. It might take a month, but I'll have that Roadster soon, and will be zipping around all fast and happy, what's left of my hair bristling in the open air. Easy peasy.–
Surprise! – it wasn't quite that easy.
After a short while, I realized that I'm really dumb, or naive might be more generous.
There were little to no Roadsters for sale in Southern California (at least that I could find), and I was soon scouring Craigslist nationwide. I almost flew up to the Pacific Northwest twice, seriously considered buying one sight-unseen in Chicago for $9k. This was all an eye opener. The cost had shot up, the condition had gone down.
I had more or less given up and was seriously considering a new Miata… but then a Roadster finally came up, and it was only a few miles from here. I think he was asking 9k, but it was more of a project than I was ready for. And there were a lot of little red flags… it took some effort to even get it started, super fast idle, steering was pretty wonky, no passenger seat, other parts missing, lots of "Oh, I'll fix that after you buy it.–… okay, so there were lots of BIG red flags. But I drove that car, and even though I didn't buy it, I loved it for what it was...
I was now 100% committed to finding a Roadster.
Miata, Shmiata.
And then fate stepped up to the plate... shortly after committing, a Roadster popped up in a Northern CA Craigslist ad. (I live in San Diego, my siblings still live up North).
The ad had this photo:
...and said something like "Datsun Roadster. Barn Find. Original Owner. $650–
Hmmm... this sounds pretty good. Heck, I like Roadsters. I like original owners. I like barns. I really like that price.
So... it's obviously too good to be true.
I called Car Guy Brother anyway, told him about the ad and that I had Googled the location and it looks like "Smalltown" (I forget the name of the town) is pretty close to where he lives. He confirmed, "Yup, that's only about 20 minutes from me. I'm on a bike ride right now (he races mountain bikes instead of cars these days), but I'll go check it out after that.
This. Is. Exciting. But it must be a scam, right? $650???
My brother and I both reach out to the seller. Texts, emails, phone calls, smoke signals, carrier pigeons… you name it. No reply. No nothin'. More attempts to reach the seller the next day. Same thing the next day… and the next day… and the next. No reply.
Bummer. Definitely a scam. And even if it was real… that car got snatched up already for sure… but the ad is still up… there's a torture in not knowing.
Shoot. I'll just cry myself to sleep, move on and keep on the hunt.
The Find!
August 17 was a good day.
I had given up hope on the Barn Find, and following a period of deep mourning, I decided life had to move on.
So I went fishing.
One of my greatest passions is fly fishing, in particular, sight-fishing on the beaches of San Diego. Normally I fish for croaker, a really cool, 2-10 pound fish, so-ugly-they're-beautiful, and are very challenging to catch. I'm kind of obsessed with them. But this particular day was different, in addition to a few croaker, there were several large leopard sharks swimming around in the crystal clear shallows. This was very rare where I was fishing.
If you're not familiar with Leopard sharks – 1. They're completely harmless to humans, 2. They are exceptionally beautiful. 3. They do this cool thing where they come into the shallows for a brief time during the summer. But that normally occurs in concentration in a marine sanctuary miles south of where I was. So this was special to see.
Anyway, as I'm down on the beach, futilely trying to fool a shark with a fake crab made of fur, my brother calls me and says "I just heard from the Roadster Guy, I'm going to see it right now.–
"What???!!! It's been almost a week, what in the world happened?–
"Not sure, but I'm on my way right now.–
"What if somethings wrong with it?–
"Doesn't matter.–
"What if it doesn't have an engine?–
"Doesn't matter. They're easy to find.–
"What if it's really, really bad?–
"Look, there's going to have to be a WHOLE lot wrong with it to NOT buy it for $650. I'm buying it, and if you want it you can have it. But, I'm buying it regardless.–
He's smarter than me.
Shortly after that exciting news, I actually hooked and landed one of these leopard sharks!
I'm not overstating it when I say it's truly the fish of a lifetime – at least my lifetime. I've been fishing down there for 25 years and this was the day. It just doesn't happen, especially with a fly rod.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZsZx-E ... e=youtu.be
So, that was cool.
And then it gets even cooler.
Literally about two minutes after releasing the shark, as I'm still shaking from excitement and adrenaline, I get a text from my brother. No words, just a photo of him standing in front of a Roadster shaking a guy's hand exchanging money.
So, yeah, August 17 was a good day. A very, very good day.
Next episode: I meet my car in person.
After the Sebring-It-On died, I realized that I would really like another convertible to toodle around town in, and I immediately-ish decided on a Roadster… the favorite of all the cars my brother has owned.
When I first started the search, the world was less abnormal, and I had a good job.
I worked for a client who had hired me full-time, a nice change of pace. We operated in the Health and Pharmaceutical space. In a nutshell: Drugmakers hired us to conduct studies of their drugs and analyze efficacy in relation to drug-drug interaction, comorbidities, demo/sociographics, and even Payor impact. We then published those non-biased studies in the form of patient data sheets, websites, an online portal for physicians and patients, posters, and books, etc. My job was to make that data look pretty.
So a little dry on the subject matter, but it is actually very interesting and challenging.
As you might imagine, once Covid hit, the entire Pharma world pivoted from managing outsourced studies to finding a vaccine for Covid-19. (Interestingly, one study we did was actually a study for Gilead and Remdesivir (pre-covid and unrelated)). But, all studies were put on immediate hold, the owners shuttered the La Jolla office and consolidated everything in the Colorado office. And unfortunately there just wasn't enough to keep me on. So I'm back to the somewhat less reliable freelance (esp these days).
Rambling… sorry…
The point is, even with two girls in college, I had a little extra scratch for a car, and based on a very brief Roadster consideration about 5 years prior, my thought was: "I'll just find an awesome, turn-key, totally original daily-driver Roadster for $5k, maybe 7 tops. It might take a month, but I'll have that Roadster soon, and will be zipping around all fast and happy, what's left of my hair bristling in the open air. Easy peasy.–
Surprise! – it wasn't quite that easy.
After a short while, I realized that I'm really dumb, or naive might be more generous.
There were little to no Roadsters for sale in Southern California (at least that I could find), and I was soon scouring Craigslist nationwide. I almost flew up to the Pacific Northwest twice, seriously considered buying one sight-unseen in Chicago for $9k. This was all an eye opener. The cost had shot up, the condition had gone down.
I had more or less given up and was seriously considering a new Miata… but then a Roadster finally came up, and it was only a few miles from here. I think he was asking 9k, but it was more of a project than I was ready for. And there were a lot of little red flags… it took some effort to even get it started, super fast idle, steering was pretty wonky, no passenger seat, other parts missing, lots of "Oh, I'll fix that after you buy it.–… okay, so there were lots of BIG red flags. But I drove that car, and even though I didn't buy it, I loved it for what it was...
I was now 100% committed to finding a Roadster.
Miata, Shmiata.
And then fate stepped up to the plate... shortly after committing, a Roadster popped up in a Northern CA Craigslist ad. (I live in San Diego, my siblings still live up North).
The ad had this photo:
...and said something like "Datsun Roadster. Barn Find. Original Owner. $650–
Hmmm... this sounds pretty good. Heck, I like Roadsters. I like original owners. I like barns. I really like that price.
So... it's obviously too good to be true.
I called Car Guy Brother anyway, told him about the ad and that I had Googled the location and it looks like "Smalltown" (I forget the name of the town) is pretty close to where he lives. He confirmed, "Yup, that's only about 20 minutes from me. I'm on a bike ride right now (he races mountain bikes instead of cars these days), but I'll go check it out after that.
This. Is. Exciting. But it must be a scam, right? $650???
My brother and I both reach out to the seller. Texts, emails, phone calls, smoke signals, carrier pigeons… you name it. No reply. No nothin'. More attempts to reach the seller the next day. Same thing the next day… and the next day… and the next. No reply.
Bummer. Definitely a scam. And even if it was real… that car got snatched up already for sure… but the ad is still up… there's a torture in not knowing.
Shoot. I'll just cry myself to sleep, move on and keep on the hunt.
The Find!
August 17 was a good day.
I had given up hope on the Barn Find, and following a period of deep mourning, I decided life had to move on.
So I went fishing.
One of my greatest passions is fly fishing, in particular, sight-fishing on the beaches of San Diego. Normally I fish for croaker, a really cool, 2-10 pound fish, so-ugly-they're-beautiful, and are very challenging to catch. I'm kind of obsessed with them. But this particular day was different, in addition to a few croaker, there were several large leopard sharks swimming around in the crystal clear shallows. This was very rare where I was fishing.
If you're not familiar with Leopard sharks – 1. They're completely harmless to humans, 2. They are exceptionally beautiful. 3. They do this cool thing where they come into the shallows for a brief time during the summer. But that normally occurs in concentration in a marine sanctuary miles south of where I was. So this was special to see.
Anyway, as I'm down on the beach, futilely trying to fool a shark with a fake crab made of fur, my brother calls me and says "I just heard from the Roadster Guy, I'm going to see it right now.–
"What???!!! It's been almost a week, what in the world happened?–
"Not sure, but I'm on my way right now.–
"What if somethings wrong with it?–
"Doesn't matter.–
"What if it doesn't have an engine?–
"Doesn't matter. They're easy to find.–
"What if it's really, really bad?–
"Look, there's going to have to be a WHOLE lot wrong with it to NOT buy it for $650. I'm buying it, and if you want it you can have it. But, I'm buying it regardless.–
He's smarter than me.
Shortly after that exciting news, I actually hooked and landed one of these leopard sharks!
I'm not overstating it when I say it's truly the fish of a lifetime – at least my lifetime. I've been fishing down there for 25 years and this was the day. It just doesn't happen, especially with a fly rod.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZsZx-E ... e=youtu.be
So, that was cool.
And then it gets even cooler.
Literally about two minutes after releasing the shark, as I'm still shaking from excitement and adrenaline, I get a text from my brother. No words, just a photo of him standing in front of a Roadster shaking a guy's hand exchanging money.
So, yeah, August 17 was a good day. A very, very good day.
Next episode: I meet my car in person.