Re: GVO 147N a Magnum opus
Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2018 7:55 am
What a palaver . . . probably all my fault though as i can make a decision almost as well as I can sell a car ...i.e. very very badly
I have been in many many talks with Mr. Craig who posted above, and although I did decide to take his offer, I then, after much thought ( and an ultimatum from the wife that would've have left me without car and her some new shoes) I have decided to keep the old girl for now, the car not the wife.........hold on, that reads wrong, I am also keeping the wife
So, what next? Well I don't know, but I would have been a fool to sell for such a low price what is basically a solid, virtually rot free viva that runs pretty much spot on and looks the part for what amounts to the same money that knackered old rust bucket vivas seem to go for.
I don't get it, to be honest, is the Magnum a hated vehicle or is it the lowly 1800 engine? Or is it just my inability to sell anything? I just don't know...
Either way, Mavis/Maggie-may/The Guv'nor is here to stay, balefully glaring at me through the front window, daring me to get behind the wheel and suffer the pain and agonies he/she wants to inflict upon my soul . . .
I have been in many many talks with Mr. Craig who posted above, and although I did decide to take his offer, I then, after much thought ( and an ultimatum from the wife that would've have left me without car and her some new shoes) I have decided to keep the old girl for now, the car not the wife.........hold on, that reads wrong, I am also keeping the wife
So, what next? Well I don't know, but I would have been a fool to sell for such a low price what is basically a solid, virtually rot free viva that runs pretty much spot on and looks the part for what amounts to the same money that knackered old rust bucket vivas seem to go for.
I don't get it, to be honest, is the Magnum a hated vehicle or is it the lowly 1800 engine? Or is it just my inability to sell anything? I just don't know...
Either way, Mavis/Maggie-may/The Guv'nor is here to stay, balefully glaring at me through the front window, daring me to get behind the wheel and suffer the pain and agonies he/she wants to inflict upon my soul . . .