Five years ago, my old Golf GTi was pretty well worn out and I decided I wanted a VR6 Golf with auto.
Quite rare, but scanning Autotrader one evening I spotted one at a garage a mere seven miles from home. Off I went with my wife. As we turned into the forecourt, she said "What colour do you want it to be?". - "Don't mind at all as long as it's not whiiiiiii." It was white and had a tow-bar. Goodbye.
Next, I spotted one in Southend (I live in North Norfolk, so a fair journey). Off with the Mrs, in her car. VR6 was in a showroom and had polished to within an inch of its life, including the seats by the smell of them. Mileometer read 69,000. There was an oil leak at rear of engine. The handbook in the glovebox looked as if every mechanic in England had thumbed through it. Twice. The brake pedal rubber was worn through. Best of all, there was a deep gouge right across both doors on one side. Owner of showroom was chatting to a punter and I noticed he said "To be honest with you" at the beginning of every sentence. When he came over, I pointed out the gouge. "To be honest with you, I had never noticed it" said Dimmo, adding "It's only just come in and we haven't even valeted it yet." Goodbye.
A week later, I spotted one in Leicester. Bloke on phone assured me it was immaculate and that all paperwork was in order. Got tolerant wife out of bed at 6:00am and we drove in her car to Leicester, arriving as geezer was unlocking. Car was tired, and had a 'We like surfing' sticker still on the back window. Not confidence-inspiring, as regards previous owner perhaps. "May I look at the paperwork?" sez I. - "Oh, we had a break in and it's all been stolen." WOT, SINCE I RANG LAST NIGHT??? I was so angry at this point I considered punching him (absurd, as the last person I punched was my older brother, about 45 years ago). I decide to ask for a road test, just to inconvenience him. Blimey, you had to haul on the steering wheel to stop the car turning left. And going around a roundabout was really an effort, to stop the thing darting off to the side. Goodbye.
Now here comes the punchline (for those of you who are still reading)...
Slap bang next door to this crook's car-lot was Lexus Leicester and as it was raining, I said "Let's go in and we might get a cup of coffee". We did and I bought the LS I have now. Ha-ha.