Today was goin ok.. I saved a bundle on my house purchase (Which closes the end of February), My job became alittle more stable, And my Radon tests came back (12, legal limit is 4). So I have that little travesty. So I decide to start looking for a new ride. I've always been up in the air about an 06 Mustang V6, a 1987 Lotus Esprit, or a 928 or 911 Porsche. I've also decided that my next car WILL be black, so the Lotus has been a real tough find. I'll take grey too.... Like this little number I drove tonight: To my surprise, it's so cheap because the dealership that is offering it... Well, lemme reiterate the conversation with the salesman. "Ok, before you look around it, do you know what we're all about?" "We? Who? What?" "We, the dealership." "Umm... I would guess that I do. But I suppose I should ask" "We get cars, salvage cars, recovered thefts, floods, damages and insurance write offs and we repair them and sell them here" "This car was a flood from Maryland. Now we've been doing this for 15 years so there are some things that I have to get out of the way. First off, I'm no commision. That's no bullshit, these cars are very hard to sell, so I get paid hourly. Secondly, we have a book and DVD of how we restore the car, and we guarantee we'll pass ANY mechanic inspection. We've done all of the paperwork, and we are completely legal." "Why don't you take it for a drive. Bring her back in one piece" Blinking stops. I drove this car. I love this car. I'm totally heartbroken. He invited me to take it to my old shop (The ferrari / porsche shop) for the day for them to look it over. But I looked it over, and I'm sold. So I get home, I'm all giddy. I settle into a cup of tea when I hear a knock at my door. "Mr Earl, (town) Sheriff. Please open the door" I open the door. "Hello, Mr Earl?" ... " I regret to inform you that you've been served with papers at the bequest of the State of Connecticut. Included are your court documents..." I got fuckin sued.