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From a decade or so back:
http://web.archive.org/web/19991012.....es/220d681.htm
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1998 12:15:30 -0500
To: mblist@mercedes-veterans.com, mercedes[at]lister.privatei.com
From: "M. Mitchell Marmel" <marmelmm@drexel.edu>
Subject: [MB] M-I-C...K-E-Y...D-I-E-S-E (L)
"When we last left Mitch and Chuck, Benz hunters extraordinaire, they were
speeding along 202 South outside of Valley Forge on a quest to break their
0-for-2 record in bringin' 'em back alive..."
As you may recall, my plaintive tale of a '73 220D come to an unhappy end
below the tracks of the Frankford 'El' led to the kind offer of Wray
Stanley, fellow listmember, to permit me to purchase a '68 220D, a beloved
family heirloom, for a munificent sum well within my very modest resources.
I went out last weekend, drove the Benz, liked it, and decided to purchase
it.
Today was the day. Chuck and I drove out to Wray's, Wray and I signed
papers, I handed over a check and became the owner of a functioning
Mercedes! Yay!
The Benz has a sort of multi-shade tan paint scheme. Wray had joked about
painting it in Afrika Korps camouflage, so I promptly dubbed it "Rommel".
I sat in the seat, got the glow plugs a-glowing, and pulled the starter.
"Rrr-rr-klata-klata-klata!"
Me: Ready to go, Rommel?
Rommel: (enthusiastically) Klata-klata-klata!
(Not much of a vocabulary; you have to sort of read the intonation.)
Me: Okay, name an obscure rock group of the 1970s.
Rommel: Klaatu-klaatu-klaatu!
Starts right up and knows his rock'n'roll. A good sign. With Chuck
following, we klata-d right along the suburban roads and onto 202.
Once you get used to the fact that a 220D just ain't ever gonna be a bank
heist getaway car, it drives quite nicely on the highway. Speeds a tad
above 80 mph are possible, it just takes awhile. The ride was dead solid,
the heater was pumping out heat, and I was enjoying the cruise.
Now, one of Rommel's features was a certain, well, eau de rodent aroma
dating back to his recent sabbatical in Wray's driveway. I was cruising
along, musing upon what would happen if I saw a mouse crawling up the
dashboard when...
Ha! I'll bet you think I saw a mouse crawling up the dashboard, didn't you?
Wrong. It was crawling up the passenger side door.
My first thought was, "Wha-?" My second thought was "Cool!" I knew that
this particular Benz was definitely my kind of vehicle; after all, a
specimen of mus domestica can't be wrong, right?
I waved Chuck up alongside and pointed out my self-appointed little fuzzy
co-pilot (DB part # 000 115 SQU EAK). He mouthed expressions of disbelief
unsuitable, alas, for transcription in a family publication and pulled back
behind. Shortly thereafter, the mouse, having decided that an exit at 65
mph was undesireable, headed back floorward, contenting itself with the
occasional cameo appearance on the passenger-side carpet.
Apart from that (and a spider trying its hand at webspinning directly in
front of my face while I was trying to negotiate the I-95 onramp from
I-676), the rest of the journey home was uneventful and I am quite happy
with my purchase. My mother likes the car, my sister has vowed never to
ride inside it and my niece tried to catch the mouse but was driven off by
the spider.
Things to do:
1) Catch the mouse. Live, if possible; I'd like to keep it as a pet.
1a) Deodorize the interior and spray for bugs. (Suggestions for
either are welcome).
2) Fix the Bowden cable so I know what gear Rommel is in.
3) Fix the speedo cable so I know how fast Rommel's going (Chuck provided
MPH figures for this trip)
4) Miscellaneous minor things like getting the radio going and putting in a
stoplight bulb
5) Enjoy motoring, thanks to Wray! :)
Mitch
(and Mercedes Mouse)
http://web.archive.org/web/19991012.....es/220d681.htm
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1998 12:15:30 -0500
To: mblist@mercedes-veterans.com, mercedes[at]lister.privatei.com
From: "M. Mitchell Marmel" <marmelmm@drexel.edu>
Subject: [MB] M-I-C...K-E-Y...D-I-E-S-E (L)
"When we last left Mitch and Chuck, Benz hunters extraordinaire, they were
speeding along 202 South outside of Valley Forge on a quest to break their
0-for-2 record in bringin' 'em back alive..."
As you may recall, my plaintive tale of a '73 220D come to an unhappy end
below the tracks of the Frankford 'El' led to the kind offer of Wray
Stanley, fellow listmember, to permit me to purchase a '68 220D, a beloved
family heirloom, for a munificent sum well within my very modest resources.
I went out last weekend, drove the Benz, liked it, and decided to purchase
it.
Today was the day. Chuck and I drove out to Wray's, Wray and I signed
papers, I handed over a check and became the owner of a functioning
Mercedes! Yay!
The Benz has a sort of multi-shade tan paint scheme. Wray had joked about
painting it in Afrika Korps camouflage, so I promptly dubbed it "Rommel".
I sat in the seat, got the glow plugs a-glowing, and pulled the starter.
"Rrr-rr-klata-klata-klata!"
Me: Ready to go, Rommel?
Rommel: (enthusiastically) Klata-klata-klata!
(Not much of a vocabulary; you have to sort of read the intonation.)
Me: Okay, name an obscure rock group of the 1970s.
Rommel: Klaatu-klaatu-klaatu!
Starts right up and knows his rock'n'roll. A good sign. With Chuck
following, we klata-d right along the suburban roads and onto 202.
Once you get used to the fact that a 220D just ain't ever gonna be a bank
heist getaway car, it drives quite nicely on the highway. Speeds a tad
above 80 mph are possible, it just takes awhile. The ride was dead solid,
the heater was pumping out heat, and I was enjoying the cruise.
Now, one of Rommel's features was a certain, well, eau de rodent aroma
dating back to his recent sabbatical in Wray's driveway. I was cruising
along, musing upon what would happen if I saw a mouse crawling up the
dashboard when...
Ha! I'll bet you think I saw a mouse crawling up the dashboard, didn't you?
Wrong. It was crawling up the passenger side door.
My first thought was, "Wha-?" My second thought was "Cool!" I knew that
this particular Benz was definitely my kind of vehicle; after all, a
specimen of mus domestica can't be wrong, right?
I waved Chuck up alongside and pointed out my self-appointed little fuzzy
co-pilot (DB part # 000 115 SQU EAK). He mouthed expressions of disbelief
unsuitable, alas, for transcription in a family publication and pulled back
behind. Shortly thereafter, the mouse, having decided that an exit at 65
mph was undesireable, headed back floorward, contenting itself with the
occasional cameo appearance on the passenger-side carpet.
Apart from that (and a spider trying its hand at webspinning directly in
front of my face while I was trying to negotiate the I-95 onramp from
I-676), the rest of the journey home was uneventful and I am quite happy
with my purchase. My mother likes the car, my sister has vowed never to
ride inside it and my niece tried to catch the mouse but was driven off by
the spider.
Things to do:
1) Catch the mouse. Live, if possible; I'd like to keep it as a pet.
1a) Deodorize the interior and spray for bugs. (Suggestions for
either are welcome).
2) Fix the Bowden cable so I know what gear Rommel is in.
3) Fix the speedo cable so I know how fast Rommel's going (Chuck provided
MPH figures for this trip)
4) Miscellaneous minor things like getting the radio going and putting in a
stoplight bulb
5) Enjoy motoring, thanks to Wray! :)
Mitch
(and Mercedes Mouse)
Interestingly enough, whenever I drive into town, there's this one place about where I-45 and the South Loop cross that has a number of old cars stacked up around back in plain view of the freeway, and for several years the stack always featured a tan Mercedes perkily perched atop the rest. Hmmm...
(grin) Yeppers. I should prolly come up with a Mercedes Mouse char in honor of her...
Interestingly enough, whenever I drive into town, there's this one place about where I-45 and the South Loop cross that has a number of old cars stacked up around back in plain view of the freeway, and for several years the stack always featured a tan Mercedes perkily perched atop the rest. Hmmm...
LOL! Ya can't kill 'em!