It's happened twice in a short while, first in the middle of February, and again last weekend. A break-in, an obvious yet fruitless attempt to start the car, and an obvious attempt to find something valuable. In the middle of February, they got away with my car stereo, this time with nothing as I hadn't replaced the stereo yet. On the other hand, they bent the passenger door, thereby making the car impossible to use.

Part of this actually makes me laugh. My car is one of those modern enough that it's impossible to get it started without the right key, so it's obvious those trying are amateurs.

Strangely, though, I find myself being grateful to the wannabe thieves. You see, there's been this small problem with the steering, nothing I can't cope with, but still something I meant to have checked but hadn't yet, being a bit of a procrastinator. So them bending a door out of shape became the perfect shove to have me get the car to the repairman.

Funny, how time and events shape themselve around you, isn't it?

I checked it out last Saturday, and loved it at first sight despite some minor faults. Those faults allowed me to have the prise reduced by about 8%, which I think was pretty good of me, especially since it's the first time I've done this kind of thing alone.

The deal was sealed this morning, and I drove it to work. It's a bit more powerful than my previous car (a Skoda Felicia 1.3 Combi... notice how I like Combis?), which I noticed on the way... ahem

The old car is a bit rusty and is showing its age by now, so I'll try to sell it to some enthusiast. If that doesn't happen, I'll simply let it die peacefully (as peacefully as is possible at the junk yard, that is).