98 GS 400

[ajpattee]

I like many of you share in a pashion that is more than skin deep. You know what I mean, scanning cars while driving, or on the porch listening, dreaming about incredible rides, and becoming passionate about something other than what you are driving that very monent. I aquired my interest somtime in my early years, say 7 years old when my father slowly drove up the short steep hill when he came to a stop midtop on the hill almost to show it off like a trophy. "What is it?" I asked. My emotions light up like a every lasting sparkler. I looked at him as he slowly opened the coupes long red door. He stood up, smiled and asked me "what do you think?" my eyes opened wide, my smile widened to my ears and my heart skipped a beat as if try to catch up to my fingers that had allready made there way to the front drivers side fender. The passion continued into the 90s where in 98 I noticed a beautiful cinnabar red gs400 w/tan interior sitting next door to one of my fathers rental properties in indianapolis. I would not go out of my way or anything but when I was in the area gazing off into thin air my neck would glance over into the grungy old mans house to see if it was still in his drive. The old man was a retired car salesman that used the GS a sunday driver. I must have seen it twenty times over the course of the those ten years. I would see the car infrenquently because it spent most of its time in his garage behind his house. One day in March I approached this mans house to ask him if he had any connections in the car business. I was in the market for a toyota pickup for work. I approched him nonchalantly introducing myself with a sturdy yet semi-firm handshake waiting for him to grip back. He said "no connections but I do have a lexus in the garage." It took him a second to realize who I was. He looked like life was giving him a second chance. He said "O' yea your fathers the communist of sort." I said with a short "yea. How are you? He said, "I lost my keys." I'll help you. Time passed as we were comming up short. He went to the helth club to see if he left them there. He said he would show the car when he got back. What was I thinking? I could not wait to get the scope on the ride. He came back empty handed. As he stood up out of his new g37 the keys fell off his sholders as if it were a shelf that he had forgot to look on. The focus quickly went back to the GS400. I took it home that night, not to buy but to see how it looked in my garage. Needless to say the one owner, 41k miles, cinnabar red v8 rear wheel drive first gear vergin was staying. I bought it the next day to drive. I dont treat it like a trophy but like a rocket fueled sowing machine designed to sow new threads into the fabric of the roads that surround my domain. What do you think? hope you enjoyed my story.. adam