Today I finished the epic of registering my car, breathed out, and realized the adventure I pulled off.

I bought an old and broken French car.

Fully aware that it is an old and broken French car.

First, I had to find a good auto electrician. I found one not on the first try, through acquaintances and in garages. In two days and 43,000 rubles, the problem was solved.

Then - tires and getting the wheels in order, chassis diagnostics (repair for 107,000 rubles, will be like new), tidying up the interior (I'll do a dry cleaning at the dacha on the weekend). Switching to more expensive gasoline and replacing fluids.

The transmission came back to normal, the engine runs beautifully.

This morning I passed the inspection, passed all the tests on the stand perfectly, and registered the car.

I'm waiting from Ozon for tire and plastic dressing, headlight polishing discs, paint in the shade Rouge Babylon (not to be confused with Rouge Lucifer, that's a different shade), and polish.

New cars are comfortable and reliable.

Old ones are fun.

Honestly, I absolutely love it.

And even a colleague, getting into it today, said: "Oh, how cute it is!".

It's exactly what I wanted 🚘