Finally. After some 8 months looking, waiting for car dealer people to find the right one, blah blah blah, I found one at the end of my own street.
Must mean it was meant to be!
And it's almost a vintage van, how cute is that. It's nearly 20 years old, and a Japanese import, so it has all sorts of mod cons that Australian produced cars have never had.
Seriously, I can't tell you how excited I am! Actually I'm about to do another trip to the post office, which I could put off until tomorrow, but I just want to drive it again.
See my little pink flamingo there in the console? That's my little car mascot which will hang from the rear vision mirror. I've had him for nearly 15 years now.
Check out the back, woo hoo! Double carpets, velour seats, tinted windows, curtains, the whole bit. Even though it's so old, I've never had such a luxurious car.
Those greeny-brown things are like thin, covered mattresses. My mother got them for me specially, so that when I cart furniture and filthy vintage stuff around, the van won't get wrecked.
Because basically I'm precious about stuff, you see.
There was this extra seat in the back here, but I took it out this morning, as it was only ever going to get in the way (see below). Nothing comes between me and my vintage (Except VB, occasionally).
The vans first big test comes up this Saturday, when myself, VB, Sue and oldmate drive up to Nambour at stupid o'clock on a buying trip.
Lets hope it goes well!