First, a little about me and then I will give you the basic breakdown of my Z, its history and where its headed....
The Introduction...
My name is Steven Skwarkowski. I live in Las Vegas with my lovely girlfriend who also happens to be a Z-Car lover. I am the fanatic while she just loves them from a "I dont want to do any real work, I just like it".
So, while I have the completely modified, wild and sexy Z....she has the mild, stock, tame (and more reliable) Z. While my Z spends most of its life not running, taken apart, being upgraded or repaired, I could never do without her. I have a grand vision for her, but based on my obsession with getting it exactly how I want....it will be years from now til she is done!
The search.......
I first began looking for a Z32 in mid 2004. I knew I would have to go outside Las Vegas to find a true, decent Z car. I looked all over autotrader.com and anywhere else I could go (this was before craigslist kids). Took me about a month to find a Z I was willing to settle on. She was a 1990 Nissan 300ZX 2+2 in Super White with Charcoal Black interior. Having just over 103,xxx miles, I knew she was perfect....Now...how to get to LA from Las Vegas?
The car...
She was a 1990 Nissan 300ZX 2+2 in Super White with Charcoal Black interior. Having just over 103,xxx miles, I knew she was perfect! A guy in California (LA area) had her. He being the 2nd owner, and his father being the first I felt good. We spoke on the phone multiple times before so I could verify all the details. The car being bone stock in nearly mint condition I figured I had purchased a perfect specimen......HAH! You Z32 owners know what I am talking about.
Now...how to get to LA from Las Vegas???
The Journey...
So in September of 2004, I took my first trip to go look at a REAL Z Car that I knew would pay off.
I plan to take a flight out of Las Vegas to LA, where the owner will pick me up at the airport in the car. From there we will look at the car and go forward.
I get up extra early to head to the back to withdraw the money I will need for the trip and the car (in case I do purchase it). I failed to remember that the banks dont open til 9am (or so) and you sure as hell cant get $7,000 out of an ATM. I happen to find a branch that opened at 8am.I get there, get the cash. Head back home and have my room mate drop me off at the airport. By this time I am already running late. The ticket line is long as hell and I am panicking...
I jump to the front of the line and ask the guy if I give him $50 if he will let me go in front of him. He did (though the other people were quite pissed off! HAHA!!).
**I must note I was quite cavalier with my money as I had just received a 50K insurance payout.**
I get my ticket, run to the gate and get on the plane! Everything is going great as I am on the flight I needed to be on and on the runway about to head to LA..............then...............we stop!!!!
Yea, the plane stops on the runway!!!! Apparently George Bush was in town to give some speech as he was campaigning for his re-election. Well, his plane was about to land, so all other air traffic must wait! Freaking 45 minute wait!!!!! The damn flight was only 55 minutes total! So as my phone wont work on the plane, I cant call and tell the owner of the Z I will be late.
I arrive late as ever. Dont know my way around the airport and I hope the owner is still there. My cell phone dies so I must use a pay phone to call him (all these signs should have warned me). He picks me up in the Z car as promised. We drive around with the A/C on but windows down (he tells me this is becuase he doesnt want the LA cops to pull him over for his window tint being too dark. To that I say "Fuck You California Laws").
We drive to a nice area so I can look over the car. She appears to be perfectly fine. Everything is as you would expect for a car that was at the time 15 years old. I give her a good 20 minutes and buy her on the spot and drive her home!
Had to fill up the tank, no big deal. Fill her up and on my way...feeling like a Million Bucks!
The Ride:
To Be Continued...
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