It all started at the Lemon lot (a place where people have their cars for sale, which, are hopefully NOT lemons) with a black vintage mini. It was kind of like me and purses, Jake saw the mini and became obsessed. Only problem was, the car was already sold. BUMMER!
On Thursday I arrive back from work to find Jake searching the AutoScout24 Europa website (Think auto trader in German) for old style Minis. By old style I mean the Minis made in England before 1999, yes you read correct, they were made up until the year 1999. Well, we found three. One in Stuttgart looked the most promising and the seller spoke English, a big relief, considering our German is still limited to Hello, goodbye, please, thank you, thank you very much, and you're welcome.
After a quick conversation on Thursday night, we decide we are going to Stuttgart for the weekend to check out the car. On Friday Jake researches how to obtain insurance, and register a car as a DOD (department of defense) employee in Germany. Thank you Jake! This process is long, convoluted and requires interaction with no less than five different agencies who don't talk to each other. Jake also books us on the 4:09 train to Stuttgart. Here are some pictures of the ride. The Train station in Landstuhl.
Arther, the owner of the Mini, picked us up at the Stuttgart train station and drove us to see our future dream car. On the way over, we find out Arther, 1. Is a Mini fanatic , 2. Has a wife who is making him sell his Minis, 3. Was founder of the Stuttgart Mini club, 4. Has a dirty mouth. When we arrive we find out one of the greatest facts about owning a mini,
You only have to pay for a third of the spot
We took the car for a quick test drive then took some more glamor shots.
Me in the Courtyard of Altes Schloss (Old Palace). We found an awesome farmer's market with lots of colorful flowers (many varieties of fall mums)
We bought a liter of the above beverage, Apfelsoft, which tasted like the farmer just squeezed apples into a bottle that morning.
We had heard there was a festival going on in town but couldn't find it, although we did find the tourist office where we were directed to take the U-Bahn (subway) to Canstatter Wassen, and we would run right into it. Well, all we had to do was follow the men (and women) in Leiderhosen (I am really not sure how to spell that word) and we were there.
A beer keg float, I don't think we are in Pasadena anymore.
Out of the 5-6 beer tents we finally decided on the one with the chicken logo, Gockelesmaier, for no other reason than they had outdoor tables and it was a nice day. We were able to communicate with our waiter to order a beer, forget picking the size or type.
Yes, that is one liter! I know, I know, it doesn't count because we shared. But give us time, we need to ease into the festival season!
After all of our festival fun, Arther picked us up and the handoff was official, we are now the new owners of a 1997 Mini Rover, complete with sunroof and MP3 player.
Jake, Arthur and Mini (still yet to recieve an offical name) More pictures of the new family member to follow.