This is a continuation of a story that started here.
It’s the middle of the summer in 2012. I am walking down a Boston side street pushing my newest vehicle, a Bugaboo Chameleon, with my baby son riding shotgun. All of a sudden, like a special effect in a movie, everything slows down, noises turn into distant murmur, and my eyes focus on it. There it was, casually street parked, as if teasing the world of theft that ended the existence of its siblings, was a factory stock black Acura Integra GS-R.
Wow. It’s been years since I’ve seen one that original.
Damn, I miss that car.
In the corner of my eye I see someone approaching the car. I strike up a casual conversation. It turns out that the guy is the original owner, doesn’t know too much about cars and ended up with the GS-R because he wanted a black Integra “with stick” and this GS-R was the only 5-speed that the dealer had in stock at the time. He said that he loved the car, but with two kids it was getting too small, and a bit too old.
I gave the nice man my business card and told that him that if he ever wanted to sell it, to call me first.
Fourteen months later, at 3:00pm on Friday afternoon, I received an email:
I don’t know if you recall me but we had met on the street in Boston. You had expressed interest in my Integra GS-R. Still interested? Let me know. I still love the car but kids growing up! Black, 1995 Acura Integra GS-R, new brake-lines, etc., new timing belt and water pump, new A/C. 121,200 miles. Single owner. Let me know of your interest.
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