Comments on Audi A4 I (B5) car - operation in Russia

Comments on Audi A4 I (B5) car - operation in Russia

It's hard to be poor, very hard, as in a very sad joke:

- Dad, what is money?
- Money, son, beautiful women, expensive restaurants, yachts ...
- And without money?
- Borscht and your mother

So it is with me - give me a Corvette when I get rich.

What am I talking about? Go on about the global crisis? Oh, about the car well, let's continue then. I bought it in a very interesting condition, one rider, having lost control, gently and carefully put it "on his ears", put it well, he probably has talent. There was not a single living place left on the car, practically: the roof went sideways, the doors too, but most importantly the steering wheel remained in place. And the engine and the gearbox also moved from their seats at the same time. The engine is not quite simple, if the 1.8 turbo has 150 horses in the base, then this one is already overclocked, chipped, with minor modifications. The suspension is sporty, with adjustable stiffness, a sports muffler, which did not impress me at all, the impression was made by its price found in the papers - 790 euros, polished, from the company "Bastuck".

What struck me was that the climate was automatic, despite the fact that the car was a shifter, then I had it for a year and worked perfectly, although the engine cushions were torn off.

Why did I buy it, but because of the price - the car was very cheap. It was purchased exclusively for his wife. It took about three months of unhurried work to restore the car.

Since the car was completely naked by that time, no seats, nothing, I drove it into the garage proudly, sitting on... beer crate.

There were absolutely no problems with spare parts, the car is massive, for which only consumables are always available. And later it turned out that I had a car with a dark past. The owner, as it turned out, admires the sky in a cage, there are hiding places in the seats, they are neatly sealed. What was carried is a mystery. It's a pity that they were empty, they say that imperishable works are born under the grass. Well, yes, the fairy tale did not last long, but it took a long time to do it. The moment came when the car was completely ready to go "into the people", albeit without numbers. I put a colleague next to me, he began to frighten me with the fact that the car is powerful, etc., but I'm a hero. Started with 3,500 revolutions, started, yeah, with the steering wheel turned out, and on rubble. I got off so well, stones flew over the windows of the farmhouse, and I was shocked, but I left quickly before the owner went outside. After a ride,
when we returned to the garage, I thought, but my wife has only been with me for a couple of months since she got her license, why does she need this fighter, we urgently need to sell the car. Sold and bought a Fiat to her.

And the conclusions that I made for myself: you should not buy a car for your loved ones, focusing on your taste, especially for your wife.