Insured, registered, titled, plated
Shouldn’t merit a post, but buying such a great car was ironically among the most unpleasant experiences I’ve ever had purchasing a vehicle. I grant some allowances for people being uncomfortable with letting their cars drive off without money in the bank, but made every effort–even extending myself into some personal risk–to put the seller at ease as a means of establishing trustworthiness, bargaining in good faith, or whatever you like.
In the end, I had to basically pry the title out of his hands, some two weeks since funds had cleared, and only after I’d sent a pretty scathing email calling him out on his bullshit. The longer version needs no retelling, but the short version is that I got the title on Friday and have the thing all registered in my name.
And now it finally feels like mine. Shame it’s in the shop at the moment. ><