One of the weirdest evenings i've ever had
Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2020 8:51 am
Two nights ago a couple came all the way from the south coast and bought my mrs' old car, a Peugeot RCZ, that she's up for sale for about a month since she bought her boxster.
They were a pleasant enough couple, paid cash for the car and eventually drove away after enjoying our hospitality for half an hour or so while we did the new keeper bit online and waited for him to get through to his insurance company.
The following morning my mrs picked up a voicemail from the night before telling her that the car had broken down on the M25 with a suspected clutch failure. Understandably she felt bad, after all the car had been her only form of transport for the last 4 years, had been properly maintained. I made sure it was always properly serviced (not by me, I don't do normal cars) and had recently had the cam chain, guides and tensioner done which those engines are notorious for. She messaged the guy and we chatted about maybe chipping something in toward the repair cost depending on what it actually was. I was a little bit sceptical about the suspected clutch failure as I drove the car that evening and it was absolutely fine, I was thinking maybe the clutch slave cylinder had gone, unfortunate timing obviously but just one of those things.
A message came back from the cars new owner to say he'd be seeking legal advice as the car was now dangerous so at this point we decided he could go and fuck himself. Mrs tried to call him to discuss but he didn't answer. A few hours later she gets a message to say the car was not as described, was unroadworthy and they would be returning it. Given that the clutch had supposedly failed and the car was dangerous we thought was unlikely and thought little more about it.
Last night I cooked the tea, watched a bit of telly and was just thinking about having an early night when lo and behold, at about 9:15pm a Peugeot RCZ pulls onto the drive Clearly there's not that much wrong with it as its driven 400 miles in the last 24 hours.
The couple approached the door (wife holding the obligatory phone recording whatever was about to go down) so I greeted them, told them they couldn't come in and that they should probably remove their car, then shut the door.
The guy now starts posting the keys and documents through the letter box, so I put them back outside and tell them to stop and take their car away.
More key posting ends with me putting them back outside and telling these pair of herberts that i'm going to call the police. As much as i'd like to stand there calling them a pair of fucking idiots who can go fuck themselves, I can't help thinking the smart move is to not engage at all. So I call the filth and they wander off to sit in their other car and wait. Its out of sight of our driveway so I don't see where they go, but i'm back inside on the blower to the cops who find it as bizarre as I do.
Some time passes, another conversation with the cops and they decide they're sending someone round. So we sit and wait for the rozzers, all the while not being able to see where the two morons have gone. Some time after 11pm another copper calls to get an update, I go outside to have a look up the road and it turns out they've fucked off and left the car behind
So now there's a car parked on the street outside our house that belongs to some bloke from Eastbourne and i've got the key
They were a pleasant enough couple, paid cash for the car and eventually drove away after enjoying our hospitality for half an hour or so while we did the new keeper bit online and waited for him to get through to his insurance company.
The following morning my mrs picked up a voicemail from the night before telling her that the car had broken down on the M25 with a suspected clutch failure. Understandably she felt bad, after all the car had been her only form of transport for the last 4 years, had been properly maintained. I made sure it was always properly serviced (not by me, I don't do normal cars) and had recently had the cam chain, guides and tensioner done which those engines are notorious for. She messaged the guy and we chatted about maybe chipping something in toward the repair cost depending on what it actually was. I was a little bit sceptical about the suspected clutch failure as I drove the car that evening and it was absolutely fine, I was thinking maybe the clutch slave cylinder had gone, unfortunate timing obviously but just one of those things.
A message came back from the cars new owner to say he'd be seeking legal advice as the car was now dangerous so at this point we decided he could go and fuck himself. Mrs tried to call him to discuss but he didn't answer. A few hours later she gets a message to say the car was not as described, was unroadworthy and they would be returning it. Given that the clutch had supposedly failed and the car was dangerous we thought was unlikely and thought little more about it.
Last night I cooked the tea, watched a bit of telly and was just thinking about having an early night when lo and behold, at about 9:15pm a Peugeot RCZ pulls onto the drive Clearly there's not that much wrong with it as its driven 400 miles in the last 24 hours.
The couple approached the door (wife holding the obligatory phone recording whatever was about to go down) so I greeted them, told them they couldn't come in and that they should probably remove their car, then shut the door.
The guy now starts posting the keys and documents through the letter box, so I put them back outside and tell them to stop and take their car away.
More key posting ends with me putting them back outside and telling these pair of herberts that i'm going to call the police. As much as i'd like to stand there calling them a pair of fucking idiots who can go fuck themselves, I can't help thinking the smart move is to not engage at all. So I call the filth and they wander off to sit in their other car and wait. Its out of sight of our driveway so I don't see where they go, but i'm back inside on the blower to the cops who find it as bizarre as I do.
Some time passes, another conversation with the cops and they decide they're sending someone round. So we sit and wait for the rozzers, all the while not being able to see where the two morons have gone. Some time after 11pm another copper calls to get an update, I go outside to have a look up the road and it turns out they've fucked off and left the car behind
So now there's a car parked on the street outside our house that belongs to some bloke from Eastbourne and i've got the key