Goodbye Manny

A family goodbye to Manny, our gallant steed...

Many years ago I bought my car on ebay for $1100 from a guy called Manfred in Kilsyth. He was a very nice man and had looked after the car beautifully. He gifted us $50 for the baby that I was very obviously going to be soon having. We named the car in his honour; ‘Manny’.

I would buy the same car again in a heartbeat. Manny saw us through almost nine years – pulled my caravan with aplomb, witnessed countless difficult journeys with two babies who hated being in the car for more than 20 minutes and one of those babies was born on the front passenger seat.

I had thought I would never be able to sell Manny, until our friend – an uber-practical Englishman (who had incidentally lost pretty much everything in the Black Saturday bushfires) asked why on earth we would go to the trouble of keeping a car somewhere when we wouldn’t be using it for who knew how long…. It made a sad sort of sense.

As it turned out, both our diesel Mercedes (1980 and 1981 respectively) were sold to the same guy. Not a wrecker who wanted them for parts (although a few had contacted us) but someone who had family back in Lebanon and regularly shipped vehicles there to be used as taxis. It felt appropriate, that after serving us faithfully, our cars should continue to purr onwards elsewhere…

Their new owner said they would both be fixed up and that old diesel Mercedes’ were in demand in Lebanon, because they never die. A reassuring conclusion 🙂 So we are now a carfree family, with a boat for a home and a dinghy instead of a road vehicle. But I’m sure there’s another 300D in my future…

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